Whenever I feel the ache come, I head for the door
Being sick is not fun, not fun at all. Instead of being a bum and sitting around with a bottle of cold medicine, I often will look for a bit of fresh air and exercise to get the old body going. A creaky joint or two is no excuse to open the door and head outside to the feel the freshness of the air rush upon your face and into the crevices of your soul. A nice awakening to a dormant body, as any athlete falls apart once they are a veteran. Although you never fully lose the urge to become a part of the road again where your heels slam into the ground and your body lunges forward on the running trail. I often wonder where the good old days went, but instead of worrying myself to death I get another lap in, and another, and another. I feel better afterwards, a bit winded, but definitely better than before.
