Back in the full swing again, truly aiming for a race for the first time
in years, I can't help but be struck by the difference of perspective I
seem to have this time.
I'm training, I think...
Previous
iterations of this exercise of training have been marked with a rather
mundane mileage buildup, occasionally complemented by an injection of
speed to keep monotony at bay. The current incarnation has the same
mileage ramp, but the monotony has proven to be an ally rather than an
enemy, and the speed sessions are simply added bonuses as opposed to
mental necessities.
Perhaps the past few years' worth of
experiences running the full gamut of life's quite eclectic facets have
provided a more objective outlook, or maybe a few added responsibilities
have simply put the world of running on its proper tier of
priority.
Either way, the simple, almost cliche act of "putting
in the time" has taken on a renewed sense of enjoyment rather than
apprehension, of anticipation rather than anxiety. The miles and miles
and miles are a leisure, not a chore.
I might be late to the
party on this one; I hope you've all beaten me to the punch here and are
wondering how I'm just figuring this out...
...but while you wonder, I'm going to keep training, I think...
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