I'm training, I think...
Previous iterations of this exercise of training have been marked with a rather mundane mileage buildup, occasionally complemented by an injection of speed to keep monotony at bay. The current incarnation has the same mileage ramp, but the monotony has proven to be an ally rather than an enemy, and the speed sessions are simply added bonuses as opposed to mental necessities.
Perhaps the past few years' worth of experiences running the full gamut of life's quite eclectic facets have provided a more objective outlook, or maybe a few added responsibilities have simply put the world of running on its proper tier of priority.
Either way, the simple, almost cliche act of "putting in the time" has taken on a renewed sense of enjoyment rather than apprehension, of anticipation rather than anxiety. The miles and miles and miles are a leisure, not a chore.
I might be late to the party on this one; I hope you've all beaten me to the punch here and are wondering how I'm just figuring this out...
...but while you wonder, I'm going to keep training, I think...
