Thursday, September 4, 2008

Distance - My Benzoylmethyl Ecgonin

I think, for me, I love to race not for the competition, but for my body. We have all been given a very sharp, intelligent instrument and it is interesting to see others and how they choose to use it. I think that is part of the fun of watching the Olympics, because you get to witness a human machine trained to do a specific task better than anyone else in the world. A gold medal means out of 6.692 billion people, you are the best of all.

One thing I find curious about myself, and am finding out now, is I don't think racing a previous distance is exciting. I am training for my 3rd marathon, I am a bit bored, though not because I find the challenge easy. I will run the 26.2 miles and hopefully, as is the goal with every race I enter, I will finish. I haven't finished either marathon in less than 4 hours. It is a goal this time around, but really, I just find myself wondering how much farther I could go, if any. Time and PRs seem like footnotes.

The prospect that only distance is consequential to me is a bit frightening. I pretty much want to do as many races as I can and I currently only want to know the title of "Ironman," though what if I do finish? The idea that I would want to do more is sickening, even to me. I can't imagine it now, and in less than 30 days I will get a good taste of half.

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