May As Well

[Charliecat5]

Soul searching, baby. 

As with everything, choices abound. As Neo attested in Matrix Reloaded, the problem with everything is always choice. If there's no choice, there's no problem. Freedom, for all its blessings, always gives one a crisis of conscience. It's a funny thing, but we can choose to either become depressed about it, or to get active and tackle it head on. Stupor or action, pessimism or optimism. Not such a difficult choice really if you're thinking clearly.

You're worse than me for questioning the essence of running - or should I say I'm worse than you... given your 4,773 days and my slightly less than that.

I had a bad run on Sunday - far from the idyllic run I had in mind - you know the one - leaping like a spring lamb over hills and fields without a care in the world - it was beset with demons and stoppages and questions about the whole meaning of life - with an answer that was falling somewhat short of 42.

However, I have come to realise that running drives running.  The more I do, the more often I take that step out of the door, the more I want to do.  If I take time off, for whatever reason, the more difficult it is to get going again.

Why do I run?  Because I love being out in the hills.  I love being able to get there under my own steam (there is plenty of steam).  I like running with others... even listening to the goat grunt and mutter away about all and sundry is comforting, in its own peculiar way.

I am obsessed with my stats... I'm always looking at my pace... but actually I've realised that the stats don't make me happy.  Stopping at the top and spending five minutes soaking in the view is what makes me happy.  That and the run back down again.

Keep at it my friend.   Every time you go out the door... you remind me that I also need to strap on the shoes and head out.