Amazingly, life still goes on and runs still happen.
The blog just kind of sits there. Getting stale as cobwebs start to generate.
My last race was about a month ago, and my next is coming up in about another month. This would usually be the time that I would get on here and blab all about the the workouts I've been doing, reflect on the mileage ran, and really start honing in on what the agenda for race day will be. But not this time around.
I've managed to get in some workouts here and there
There was a day with 12x400's
A few different fartleks
One really solid steady run
3x1 mile repeats with the quickest splits my life has ever seen
A 12 mile long run that felt like a death march
And one really really bad almost, but not quite, tempo run
Life is busy, things change, and running goals don't always seem to hold that constantly steady high importance for me.
It all boils down to this...
I'm a runner, but that is simply just something I do and not definitive of who I am.
I still run.
I still do workouts when they fit into my schedule.
I still dream about PR's and that perfect marathon.
And I still love every. single. mile.
Life is just in a steady state of change these days, where running and training aren't entirely fitting into the puzzle like they used too. Maybe I'm getting old, but it just seems really silly for me to be in this constant pursuit of something better instead of absorbing the perpetual goodness that is my life. I'm enjoying the pressure free runs and the lack of focus in my fitness. There isn't the feeling as if I'm falling behind or that I need to squeeze this workout or that workout in, instead training has just become a daily retrieval. And I like it that way.
Enjoying the journey more than the outcome these days.
And keeping the window cracked so that possibility may sneak in with a strong gust of wind.