I have not written lately, but thoughts of blog entries go through my mind sometimes when I am running. I might have written about foot strike, especially on uneven terrain; running with others; indoor nationals (which I did not attend); my nagging Achilles tendon (which is doing well); heel spur syndrome (which is not an issue, lately); experiencing change of seasons as a runner. Maybe those just don’t sound so interesting. Recent races, however, interest me for now.
Travel weary but race hungry, I look back at a few recent exploits and think to myself, “Why do I do this?”
I wonder why I like to travel far away to race when there are races closer to home, albeit less interesting, that would be much easier and cheaper to do. I wonder why I tend to plan for a longer vacation when, in fact, I know that I will not be able to afford a longer vacation that includes a race, visiting relatives, and seeing all kinds of interesting sites, thus settling for just the race and a bunch of time in a car. I wonder why I expect a certain race performance when I’ve just spent hours–a whole day–driving to the race, with little or no time to recover from the drive. I wonder why I want to spend all of my money to race.
I’m not sure I have any answers. I do know that being stuck somewhere, or feeling stuck at home makes me unhappy. Travelling to interesting places makes me feel better. I know that every time I race, I feel ready to do the race over again very soon, or to race another race as soon as possible. I like to travel to beautiful natural areas, and prefer that my races are in or near those areas.
I’ll probably write about my recent races in a few days.