Running allows me to go to a place that I can not access in modern society. It lets me tap into a part of my brain that can only be reached through such physical exhaustion and determination that running 10+ miles can create. If it were merely about staying in shape or looking good I’m not sure it would be as appeasing. Something about running for hours at a time, having emotional ups and downs, and getting to the point that your mind is cloudy but calm all in the course of a single run is addicting. You just can’t get that much pain and pleasure for free anywhere else
Whatever song you have in your head had better be a good one. Whatever story you are telling yourself had better be a story about going on. There is no room for negativity. The reason most people quit has nothing to do with their body.
You go through dark times while running and things can look bleak, but when you come out on the other side, you can either whine about the outcome or appreciate what you were able to accomplish. Every distance, to the finish or not, is something to celebrate.
Maine is neat. I live in a neat place. I live in a place where I can run across a series of islands with incredible views and I think that’s neat as hell.
Overcast for most of the run, but still beautiful. It was about 40ºF. Took my long sleeve off 2 miles in, and ran in a singlet+gloves while wearing my Salomon vest. Really surprised with my splits. To be honest, there was a hell of a lot of stopping and walking. I wanted to go out, enjoy my long run, and not feel like I was on the verge of death, so I walked, and I’m okay with that.
3 weeks out from my first 50k race of the year. Glad to get the miles in, but really need to spend some time on the trails. It’s still snowy out which makes it tough, but I’m going to have to find another way to suffer through it, because that 3 weeks is coming up quick. Woof.
Almost every picture that the Crooked Road 24-hour photographer captured of me was somewhere on the course, running with friends. And while it’s always fun to post pictures of yourself that look or make you feel good or cool or athletic, this one is my favorite.
I had finished what I could of the race (correction: the race had finished me) and had just emerged from my tent after a couple hours of “rest,” which included several desperate attempts to fix the tent after wind and rain collapsed it. So with no sleep, legs stiff as boards, mismatched clothes and exhaustion written all over my face, I crawled outside. The photographer was standing there and asked to take my picture. My first thought was, “Oh my god, please no.” But in two seconds, the past 24 hours ran through my mind. Every piece of doubt, every little insecurity, every little negative voice in my head — squashed during this race. I threw my hands up, said, “Hell yes” and click. My favorite.
This is what I will remember once I can walk normally again.
Actually, I think I run for happiness. I think that life has to be cheerful, and that is what I am looking for. For me, happiness is to get in touch with nature, with the mountain, making sport. So I run for that.