|And you thought running gear was hard?!!|
Preperation: Up until 10:00pm packing, worrying, debating, thinking.. finally around 12:00 sleep arrived.
Dream: Kicking some serious butt on a 25 miler then timing my transition (hopefully under 2:00 min.) and then hauling on foot up a mountain.
What "really" happened: We all froze to death on the bikes at 30 degrees.. headed back after 7/8 miles, then everyone whining and complaining about dipping their toes in coffee and having a hot breakfast.
As a runner i exclaim, "You mean we aren't going to run??"
Might as well have told me there was no air on the planet. I said a courteous goodbye to the others and went to my special place where i am always welcomed.. MOTHER NATURE (if you live in Utah.. aka THE MOUNTAINS).
I enbark on a 4 mile run up Mount Timp huffing and puffing and realize something big. Very BIG. In the aftermath of biking 8 miles, catching my breath through the rocky hills, catching a glimse of (probably) the last covered snow mountains, and reaching a silence that only birds get to hear.. i realized one thing.
I AM A RUNNER. I am not a biker, even though i enjoy it. I am not a swimmer even though it's challenging. I am a runner by heart and nature. Why?
I can catch a moment in every run that is absolute serenity. I can't explain it. It never happens in a swim or a bike, but in a run i feel like i'm "home". Like i was born to do this.
Born to run. Oh, yeah!.. i'm by no means fast, but i have peace with my mind, body and soul when i run and that makes me feel fast.
Are you born to run??