On Friday, I was told that I was indefatigable. I had to look it up to determine if it was a good thing or a bad thing. I suppose, like almost anything, it can be taken either way depending on the context.
Etymology: Middle French, from Latin indefatigabilis, from in- + defatigare to fatigue, from de- + fatigare to fatigue
Meaning: incapable of being fatigued : untiring, an indefatigable worker
During Saturday’s long run, I tried to access any indefatigable tendencies. If you’ve got it, then use it. Right? If only it was as easy as deciding that.
The trails were tough. I haven’t been able to enjoy them enough these days. Venturing out for a 20 mile trail run, however, proved both exhilarating and exhausting.
Truth be told, fatigue was setting in. However, the solitude and sounds of nature were just what I needed. Running one of the less popular trails, a brief chat with a backpacker loaded up with weight for the sake of training for Mount Whitney (he’s entered into the lottery) after 10 miles of climbing provided just enough human contact to not feel isolated. Of course the decent was nothing more than exhillarating.