Yeah, I posted it a while back but no worries. I was never a runner. Hated it. I had a bad health scare a few years ago. It changes your perspctive. Anyway, I needed to get my heart strong and it started with a .25 mile run and passing out on the street. I got obsessed with beating the distance. Got to healthy point, and continued pushing myself. I never do the easy thing. My personality doesn't want to be ordinary or extraordinary, but I have to be unbelieveable. I just wanted to be better and greater than the norm after my heart got better. Life changing stuff. I heard about ultras, and I said I need to do that. I ran hard everyday, researched EVERYTHING and obsessed over it, ran through injuries, awful weather, missed out on family get togethers, sacrificed sleep, and just ran until the pain became numb and i was able to ignore it.
I can go and run 50 miles without thinking about it, and do 30 miles he nxt day. I usually never stretch or warm up, not even before a race and I still PR. Sorry if it sounds like I'm tooting my own horn, but I'm damn proud of what i can do in what takes most people years. No excuses, EVER. That goes for running, my work (art), and marriage. All in or go home.
Cheers, and happy running bro.