It seems that, at least for the time being, relatively straightforward races are the main motivational goal of my training.
5k's, 10k's, half marathons, even the upcoming 12-hour run all fall into this category. This might sound like a motley assortment of races; after all, a 5k is quite different from a 12 hour, both in terms of the physical and the mental, at least in my experience. However, on a different, perhaps more internal sphere, they are the same.
The comfort zone.
In their own respective ways, these are all known races. To be sure, the last several races I've run have been new to me, but the distances have simply not been those that require special attention. On the other hand, the 12 hour next week is of sufficient length that I could make a Herculean effort should I so choose, but I've run it several times, so the familiarity is somewhat comforting, not to mention that given my current level of fitness, I couldn't push for 12 hours even if I was so inclined. In the comfort zone I shall stay.
That being said, these comfort races are doing the job of getting me out the door most days. I'm not quite back to the point of simply wanting to hit the kind of training I "want to want to do," but I'm close.
All that to say, I guess I'm just floating for the time being. I feel grateful that I'm at a point of my running life at which I can call various ultras just "floating," but being at such a point creates a hunger... a desire for more... an unrest that can only be sated with ludicrous acts of ambulating.
I've got one in mind; we'll just have to see if it comes to fruition...