Do you remember what you felt like before starting your first year of high school or college? Or your first race? The anticipation, the butterflies, the sweet taste of the unknown. It's kind of intoxicating, I think, facing something new and outside of our comfort zone.
I remember that feeling when I was preparing for my first ultra. It all seemed so new and different. The training, though not too different from the marathon training I'd done for many years, just seemed more fun. More meaningful. The whole running experience just seemed more vivid.
Coming into my 6th year of running ultras I'm beginning to miss that fresh perspective. The butterflies are still there, but the "newness" has faded. My training is going well, but I know I need to take it to another level if I'm going to achieve some of the goals I've set for myself. I know I'm capable of getting to where I want to go. I just really want to enjoy the journey along the way.
Where for art thou unknown?