i’ve been out of the road racing scene for a couple of years now. i think my last road marathon was boston in 2007. that’s over two and a half years ago. true, i’m putting in some more road miles these days so i can run santa barbara w/ gumbyhead in december, but, these days, i’m content to let go of road racing.
i had a great fling with speed and got a taste of what my racing potential is. i know that with proper training, i could run a sub 3hr, but, these days, i’d rather enjoy the scenery and the softer surface of trails. i know that if i hit the hills hard and grunted it out on some of the hard runs i’ve been doing, i could knock out a pretty competitive 50k time, but these days i enjoy my trail runs by cracking jokes and soaking in the company of my dirt peeps.
this is marathon season. with races being run in most of the big cities every weekend, nearly every running blog has a race recap. i read through them taking notes on what the runner’s goals are. time? finishing? experience? these days, i see the successes in these races being an unexpected pr while having a good time, or smiling the whole way, or finishing with friends, or never hitting the wall and loving every minute of the race.
i find it funny how as i age, my perspective on what constitutes success begins to change. these days, success is measured by the experience you take away from the event; the personal growth, the social interaction, the tangible lessons and the intangible. there was a day where my singular focus was results based and looking back, that just seems like so little return on the investment. i’m happy with the experience and happy with my results, but these days?
i’m happy with these days.
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