I’m not so sure that would be what I am. I don’t get pleasure from being hurt, but I keep on hurting myself. Here are three examples of my hurting myself:
Last Thursday I hit the silver comet trail. I had wanted to go for an easy, but long ride. Unfortunately, I didn’t get out of work early enough for that, so instead I went for a 1 hour hammerfest. For most of the hour, I kept my heart rate in the high threshold level (see above). Even when my calves started to lock up (cramp), I kept going. For hours after the ride, I waddled in pain. Do you think that this would stop me from causing myself anymore pain, at least in the near future? No
Saturday I went hiking Kennesaw Mountain and Little Kennesaw Mountain. The Hike was 5.5 miles long. That was not the painful part. The painful part is that you climb almost 700 ft in a mile (see above). The total elevation gain during this hike is 1,384 feet. This was not a hike for the faint of heart.
Yesterday I decided to do a little trail running (trudging). I had been thinking of doing a ½ marathon the day after my 43rd birthday, but I haven’t been getting the miles in. My thought is that if I could get to 10 miles, I could do the half marathon. Yesterday was the first major increase in mileage and trail difficulty (the ½ marathon I am thinking of is a trail run). I ran for 2 hour (7.5 miles) through the Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield (not the mountains). I started at Cheatam Hill and ran to Burnt Hickory Rd and back(see above). I was wiped out by the time I got back to the car.
I’ll have to rethink the marathon; I’ll do that on my bike ride today. Hmmm, maybe I am a Masochist.
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