I’m having a hard time this spring. This is normal. I go from the fluid, impact-free sport of cross-country skiing (the best sport in the world) to running. It hurts. As a teenager, I could tell I put on a few pounds of muscle and the footsteps seemed to be a little heavier. This winter, I put on several pounds of something else. Some sort of gelatinous mass attached to my mid-section. My old leaf springs and shocks don’t work as well, either. This spring could be one of the worst transitions I’ve had. Ow. Quit it. Ow. Quit it.
I know when I’m finally in shape. I’ll be on a run and, when a hill starts to flatten out, I’ll start to accelerate without trying. In my head, I call it “the road tilting down.” It’s a good feeling. I haven’t had it this year.
It’ll happen as long as I don’t give up. Don’t give in to The Blerch. The Blerch is real. I’m afraid of The Blerch. I will fight The Blerch.
Down with The Blerch.