I was scheduled to run the GUTS Fat Ass 50K race this past Sunday – but I didn’t.
Instead, I woke up at 8:30 a.m., tagged along for breakfast and church with my wife, and then laced up the shoes for an exceptionally easy ten mile trot; and I couldn’t have been happier with the decision. The weather was awesome, the run was pleasant, the watermelon afterwards was refreshing, lunch with my wife was special, and an afternoon of periodic football-watching capped everything off nicely.
Nowhere Near 100 Percent
As I roll into this second year of ultrarunning, perhaps I am starting to mature just a wee bit with regards to the sport and knowing when to endure the toughness…
And when not to.
First of all, physically, I was not ready to participate. I believe I could have finished, but I was far from 100%. Second, and most importantly, Mountain Mist 50K, up in Huntsville, Alabama, will be upon me in less than three weeks, and I am eager to take on this difficult challenge. Skipping the GUTS race provides me with a few more days of strong training as opposed to at least a week of recovery had I run the event yesterday.
Working on the Whole Person to Become a Better Athlete
…and while I try to keep everything here about running, I’d be remiss not to mention the positive lift I created for myself by taking some time out to spend quality time with my wife. The holidays can be hectic, hard and crazy, and with the beginning of a new year comes a time to refresh, renew, and reevaluate.
I tend to get caught up in my training, my needs, my diet, my trips, my races …and forget that my wife and stepson have wants and needs too. Needs that go beyond the breadwinner role, but sort of meld into a family participation role as well. The great thing is, this family participation, be it riding mountain bikes with my son or having a Tasty Turkey bagel with my wife, is beneficial to my training. The closeness I experience spending time with them provides me a mental lift, emotional progress, if you will, and makes me feel good about myself, the state of my family relationships and furthermore, allows me to concentrate more on the ‘task at hand’, when I am beating the street or running rip-shot through the trails.
Running may come and go, but family is forever.