sandandfoam
Veteran Member
This thread title came into my head today.
Today I was suffering on my way up a notorious local climb on my bicycle. It was great.
I am someone who actively seeks out a certain hue of suffering.
I love the physical pain of exertion. I loved racing marathons and ultras. For most of my life I have sought out the pain that is to be found in sport. The suffering of a steep climb on a bicycle, the exertion of the boxing ring and the wall of pain that is the ultra marathon. The mental torture that accompanies extreme exertion. The misery of an exhausted body with hours of labour staked before it. The agony of failure and defeat that imbues victory with it's joy. Blisters, broken noses, sore muscles, breaths that sear.
I have always been drawn to them like a moth to a flame. And I am not alone.
What does that say about pain?
Today I was suffering on my way up a notorious local climb on my bicycle. It was great.
I am someone who actively seeks out a certain hue of suffering.
I love the physical pain of exertion. I loved racing marathons and ultras. For most of my life I have sought out the pain that is to be found in sport. The suffering of a steep climb on a bicycle, the exertion of the boxing ring and the wall of pain that is the ultra marathon. The mental torture that accompanies extreme exertion. The misery of an exhausted body with hours of labour staked before it. The agony of failure and defeat that imbues victory with it's joy. Blisters, broken noses, sore muscles, breaths that sear.
I have always been drawn to them like a moth to a flame. And I am not alone.
What does that say about pain?