^ Running, running …

I started running again recently. With myshoulder out of commission and krav becoming less and less feasible for me as Itry to nurse my shoulder back to health, I’ve had to find other ways to keep myselfmoving at least a few times a week. As I run, I feel my leg muscles flexing andlengthening, and it’s a powerful motivator. I run farther, longer, merelybecause I enjoy the pain it slowly inflicts on those muscles.

At this stage in life, I’ve finally learnedto love sweating. I also find I enjoy the exertion, the pushing of myselfbeyond what is comfortable. I suppose I’m learning to love the pain of running.I think I’ve always enjoyed inflicting pain on myself. It certainly appearsthat way if you look back over the thread of my life thus far.

Funny. I never thought of myself as amasochist. But perhaps that is exactly what I am.