Daily Total: 9 miles; Weekly Total: 35 miles; Per Mile Pace: 8:40; Days Until Marathon: 13
On a bike ride with my boyfriend some years ago, I shouted in frustration at his audaciously riding through a yellow, almost red stoplight, during rush hour in a busy intersection. In typical righteous girlfriend fashion, I seized the opportunity to categorize this instance into an overly generalized commentary on his reckless behavior when it comes to "adventure" sports, demanding to know "why do you always push it to the edge?" We both laughed at the melodramatic phrasing of my question, although he admittedly thinks that sometimes he's been cast in the real world version of Point Break, Diehard, or some other virility-themed, action blockbuster.
That question came to mind today when I was forwarded the following article by no one else but his thoughtful mother:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=130731888&sc=fb&cc=fp
The existence of such science alludes to the fact that we all have a physical limit, despite any training that prepares one for mental nirvana. I often wonder about my physique and heredity, and if these will ever halt me from a particular physical goal. Pushing it to the edge may offer a thrill, but at what cost?
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