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Adrenaline Rush Allays [Some] Aches And Pains

Hartford Courant

Sometimes when I run or play tennis or ultimate frisbee with friends, including The Courant’s editor, Andrew Julien, I'll list a few injuries at the outset just to set the psychological tone.  In that spirit, I must report that I started this trek with a week-old ankle sprain that swelled up mightily on Sunday, from kayaking, oddly.

So I bought some expensive, natural goop at Whole Foods, loaded up on generic ibuprofen and hoped for the best.  No way it would heal in an average of nine miles a day, I figured.

Two days and 19 miles in, it's under control, no pain. The danger: I often walk just a couple of inches from the  asphalt highway lip and if I roll the foot just once, the jig could be up. It's like a soccer player with a yellow card – one more and he’s out for that game and the next one.

I feel fortunate and grateful that whatever ailments I have, they seem to disappear when I hit the road, the field, the court or the woods.  Hiking over steep rocks on the Appalachian Trail, I was thinking about the millions of people who can’t do that because their mental or physical ailments, through no fault of their own, don’t go away with a little shot of adrenaline.

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