I remember the days of getting up early on Saturday morning, drinking a cup of coffee, getting dressed, and then heading out for a long run ~12-15 miles...seeing the sun rise, as I was on the last 3 or 4 miles. Beautiful, and peaceful. I miss those times, those reflections I had upon myself, my life...the solitude of the world around me, before the rest of the world arose and started the busy, ant like, frantic pace of doing "things" and acquiring "stuff". Running alone, early in the morning, has a way of letting me get inside my self, letting my mind be examined, asking myself why I do these things...why do I run.
The simple answer is...freedom. Freedom from the The Job...freedom from bills, paperwork, schedules. Running is like being a child again, when we ran because we could, because we had no other cares, because it was fun. It's even deeper than that. Running is something you just have to experience at a level that is right for you, and you alone. Perhaps every runner has a different experience, perhaps there is a common ground we all share, but to be sure, you cannot know it unless you have done it.
I find myself digging out my old running clothes, getting my things ready. My 13yr old son is going to join me in the morning at 6:30am for my first "official" run, the run that starts my rebuilding, my transformation, my journey to Becoming Ironman. I only hope I can stay the course, be tough enough in mind and body, to complete this task.
So it begins...
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