Well other than it says to do it in our training program, why do we subject ourselves to runs of hours in length or shuttle sprint sessions that leave us wanting to puke.
I could wax lyrical about these being private times to be alone with my thoughts, time to contemplate and consider but the reality is this is simply not the case. Each time I go farther or faster it pushes back that achievement placeholder it reminds me that I have not reached my best and that there is always something more to achieve, each time I come home thinking I could have gone on or could have been quicker…
When I run I am chased, chased like a cheetah chases down its prey; only today I am the prey. The reality is that it is all about more; distance or speed. Maybe one day I’ll be the cheetah?
Wind chases me. :) Unpredictable, gusting, sometimes in my face crazy wind.
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