The biggest thing that I’ve realized this summer is that I am truly fortunate to have found this sport. I’m lucky that I can travel long distances on foot. I’m lucky that I have the disposition and temperament that enjoys the beautiful things I can see on my own two feet. Despite the fact that I surround myself with people (all 6 of them) that typically enjoy these things as well, the fact isn’t lost on me that the vast majority of people don’t. The ability to enjoy the journey more than the destination isn’t a common trait where I grew up. (If it was, the entire East Coast wouldn’t be a bunch of angry pricks… kidding!… sort of). The fun part in all things is how you got to where you were going. It’s all the weird shit that happened in between.
This past weekend I was fortunate enough to run the Bear 100 on about 3 weeks notice. With little training, this wasn’t exactly the best idea if I wanted to truly race. Good thing is, that I didn’t. I saw this year as an opportunity. To race with zero expectations.
My plan was pretty simple.
- Run when you want to
- Concentrate on trying to eat solid food as long as possible.
- Appreciate the beauty of where you get to be
- Remember how lucky you are
At the end of the day, I accomplished everything I set out to do. I got to see some of my very favorite people on the course and at aid stations. I got to run the last 25 miles and see the sunrise with the person that appreciates all the things that I do.