"Methinks that the moment my legs began to move, my thoughts began to flow."
- Henry David Thoreau
No news is good news right.. right... All is going well in the land of frozen corn and Dan Qualye.
Here lately I've been reflecting on what kind of direction, if any, I want to take my running. It seems that everytime I get to a place where I'm feeling good and fast, my calf decides to slap me in the face and set me back a month or more. I am doing more now than ever to try and prevent this from ever happening again i.e., using the stick everyday, doing sets of jumping rope (double and single leg). The one thing I am doing more now is trying to eat right. I am a terrible consumer of food, nothing balanced in this diet. I think a lack of a proper diet may have contributed to the calf strains, I mean it goes without saying that you do need the right amount of vitamins and minerals to keep your body strong and fit... right? I'm cutting out the crap and taking my vitamins every morning like my life depended on it. There is "some" stretching but not a lot as I'm not totally on board with the benefits of it. One other thing I'm also concentrating on is post run recovery as far as nutrition goes. Hopefully a combination of all of this will keep me strain free!
Now as far as direction goes, I have been seriously thinking about getting in some ultra stuff. With my collaboration with Tim during my Boston Marathon training, I've found that the direction of running he has chosen (as well as others, BF-Leadville 100, my good bud Scott-Copper Canyon [2007 Ultraman Canada Champion] as well as too many others to mention) has intrigued me enough to start looking into the possibility of running a few of these "ultra" races. Not only to see if I can push myself to those extreme limits, but to become more in touch with nature itself. Just reading all the blog posts out there on these races gets my heart racing and my inner Krupicka is ready to head out the door to get in a 50 mile training run.
There are just so many 5 and 10k's that you can do without satisfaction, even if you do set a PB or win your AG. How many more containers do I need to fill up with trophies, plaques and ribbons before before I realize that the destination is not what I enjoy the most, but the journey is what really keeps me coming back and wanting more. Yes, the race is the icing on the cake, but how many pieces of cake do you need to eat before you start to realize that there's more to life than cake? These are the kind of thoughts that have been swirling around the ole hippocampus lately. I just don't derive any satisfaction with the occasional race these days. I'm searching for something more meaningfull to my running. I think by "stepping it up" to 26.2 and beyond might give me that void in my pysche that I've been wanting to fulfill. Of course this all might be because I've got less than 4 years to go before I turn 50 and I'm getting senile... [Which may be why I'm considering Pikes Peak... someone please talk me out of it!]