My run home from Fenway Park

This morning, friends Bastian, Keiko and I went on a long run, from Jamaica Pond down to Fenway Park. The run there was pretty easy, mostly downhill, and I was deceived.

Because the run home was brutal. I kept trying to push the pace, and the uphill left me gasping for breath. Bastian and Keiko motored past me as I limped to the pond. I felt like Ignatius Reilly in John Kennedy Toole’s novel, A Confederacy of Dunces. What happened?

I’m not sure. I’m certainly not in optimal shape, but I think it goes beyond that. Perhaps I went out too fast, and was pushing myself too hard up the hill, going faster and then slower like a jackrabbit who sprints and then pauses to rest. I also don’t have a heart rate pacing watch, like top marathoner Eliud Kipchoge uses, and I think I was getting tachycardic.

Lessons learned? Get in shape. Stay in balance. Be focused, self-confident, self-disciplined. We’ll see what happens on the next long run.

At Fenway Park, our turnaround. See Red Sox Tickets behind Bastian and Keiko. I thought I was good, and didn’t realize what I was in for.

7 thoughts on “My run home from Fenway Park

  1. Thanks

    On Sun, Jan 9, 2022 at 5:55 PM Health and Healing wrote:

    > Philip Lederer MD posted: ” This morning, friends Bastian, Keiko and I > went on a long run, from Jamaica Pond down to Fenway Park. The run there > was pretty easy, mostly downhill, and I was deceived. Because the run home > was brutal. I kept trying to push the pace, and the uphill ” >

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