When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The heart of the difference is not ability or even talent, but desire
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Thursday, May 22, 2008
It's another beautiful day!
2 things came out this week so far. One is a firm realization (as if I didn't know it before) that I am not a racer. I can't taper, put goals out, separate races in A and B and C categories, go "after them", and I have no idea how to enjoy it this way. I love ultrarunning for a completely different reasons. No, it's not that I don't want to run a certain time on a certain course, but I don't put anything aggressive in those pace charts, as we could clearly see last weekend, I talk, I look for views, I get lost, I take pictures - and I am fine. The absence of pressure ("do this one hard") works the opposite for me - I hate pressure. So no more "lets race" or "it's a goal run", or even taper. Just get out and run with your heart. I get that much richer experience for myself, and that's what I cherish. Also, a reason I like mountain courses, besides the fact that I don't have a single fast-twitch fiber in my legs (just in my fidgety brain) is that it's tough - and I love overcoming adversities. The worse it gets when I am out there, the better it is for me. Throw up, break a leg, have a diarrhea, get lost for 2 miles - overcome. That's what I call fun! When it's easy, what life is in it? Wonder how many folks think this way - somehow I believe quite a few.
Another thing that happened - I took one of my dreams on the list a step further. I finally checked out a local Massage Therapy school and applied! No more just talking and planning! It'd be part-time night classes while I still work, and this summer I'll have to study for Anatomy exam (they agreed to allow me to test out since I have a bunch of anatomy from Medical School). I already scolded 2 books while waiting for official text-books to arrive. Never thought studying could still be fun at my ripe age, and was scared to even begin - but it is! May be because I always loved anatomy:)
This weekend will be a double (or rather triple) long run: a 25 miler in the Gorge on Saturday, a Forest Park 50k on Sunday (just another training run with support, kind of what I pulled off last year, same combo) and Maple loop on Monday. Stephen is going with his friend to a "happy place" for Friday night-Saturday, so I can take my Gorge nice and slow. By the way, I haven't done a single hill repeat (in respect how I did those previous 3 years) and don't feel a tad guilty about it. I can't believe how much better I feel just doing runs by feel and smelling the flowers!
So here are the pictures from this morning's Gorge outing. It was misty and mystique. It was wonderful!
I don't know what tomorrow will bring - except old age and death - but I do know that I do have today, one absolutely glorious day that I will savor and make the most of as if it were my last one...because it may be! Gary Fenchuk