April 26, 2017
When I was in my early 30s, I spent one spring and summer trying to get into the best shape of my life. I worked out in the gym three days per week, and every evening I would run a mile, rest for a minute and then run back home â€” as fast as I could. My initial goal was modest; to be ready for a long fall of mountain and tundra hunting. But once I got well into the program, the effort became its own reward.
When I hit the four-month mark, I crossed a threshold. My capacity for work seemed to become almost infinite. I just kept getting faster and stronger every day. I learned my limits were much farther than I had thought.
Unfortunately, this lesson came well...