Ramanujan Redux

I’m so sore right now that I can barely lift my head up. I can’t inhale without my throat constricting in pain. I can’t walk without the soles of my feet protesting with jolts of raw torment through my nervous system. Half of my fingers are swelling from meeting disc, ground, and running into several people a day.

This is the payoff, the satisfaction of working your body as far as it can go. This is the part where you do as much as you can for as long as you can until you tire to exhaustion.  There’s nothing else quite like pushing yourself to the limits of endurance. And I didn’t even do much except run on turf to find a frisbee for two hours the past two nights.

But it feels good now. And I can’t wait to do it again.