After posting up one of my slower 10k's in recent memory, I get the feeling that I'm supposed to be coming to some kind of realization. All of my races recently have been quite a bit slower than the last several years, for various reasons.
Recovery from the Alabama Relief Run, a lack of recent training, a lack of motivation to train hard, and inconsistency could all be cited as reasons for my sub-par performances of late.
Perhaps this should be indicative of something that would lead me to some catharsis.
But then I come to the realization that in the face of all of it, I don't care.
I don't care that I'm slow(er) for the moment. I hope to get a bit faster, but that's not a prerequisite for my continued running.
I don't care that I don't particularly feel the obligation to put in 100+ mile weeks. I'd like to get to that level again at some point, but the desire to do so must come about naturally.
I don't care that I miss a couple days a week of running when life (real life, not to be confused with running life or work life) happens. I look forward to the days when I'm back to clockwork consistency, but it will come in due time.
I run because I enjoy it. I run when it's hot. I run when it's cold. I run when people say I shouldn't. I even run when it's a stretch to use the term itself.
Is that a realization?
I think it's something we all have known all along.