Now that I've slowed down dramatically in my running speed, I can now pose the question of 'why are we so fascinated and driven by speed?'
When is fast going to be fast enough?
When is it going to be okay just to be running?
Why do I have to compare myself with me 10 years ago?
Why can't I enjoy running pain-free at any speed?
I'm not going to qualify for the 2012 Olympic team in any running event but I sometimes run as if it were possible.
I've purposely taken off this year from racing but I still think about it,
I go to the track and run in circles until I'm folded over at the waist, so that I can????
Why do I have to always think about being faster than that shadow that follows me?????
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Sometimes the best part of my Wednesday is seeing what's floating around in your head.
Your running to stay towards the fountain of middle age. Haha! Seriously, I do it because I like to be the best at what I do regardless of anyone else and their speed.
I'm wondering the same thing myself (about why I want to get faster). Maybe, it's the possibility that keeps me going? Not sure.
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