For me, this year marked a major change in the way I approached running. If 2014 was about going longer, 2015 was all about going faster. I learned the difference between running and racing. I actually won some stuff. Trust me, no one was more surprised than I. But as the Universe is so keen to do, it quickly reminded me that pride comes before the fall. A few swift kicks in the booty tempered my enthusiasm and kept my feet firmly planted on the ground (literally).
Yeah, I think we all know what I'm talking about.
I seemed to spend a lot of time photographing body parts from my view on the couch, stretcher or hospital room.
It wasn't all bad.
I saw some glorious sunrises.
Random highlight: Matthew, the janitor at the high school where we run track, let me ride on the back of his cart on his way to the field.
I felt like Homecoming Queen.
(thank you Tanya and your fantastic sense of humor).
I got a little closer to answering the question, "WHY do you run?" It's taken almost four years to get to this point, but I think I can say: because of how it makes me feel. It's not about fitting into jeans (though that is helpful) or getting to a certain weight. It's not about medals (which are nice and shiny, yes) or podium finishes. For me, running is about getting out of the monotony of daily life and breathing air into my lungs and feeling alive in a world that moves too fast with too many distractions. Even with bruised arms and co-pays and comparisons to poisonous South American arachnids, running is the simplest route to happiness. Just the simple act of putting on my running shoes is like a positive jolt of endorphin to the old cerebellum.
I'm VERY excited for next year.
The only goal: BQ. That's it. Clean and simple.
Cheers to many more miles, friends. Hope the year ahead is a great one for you. Thanks for reading. Have a safe new year!