After significant introspection, I think I finally understand my current running funk. I’ve spent way too much time taking my own running serious. I haven’t spent nearly enough time doing stupid hijinks.
Throughout 2012, I only managed one costumed race (Rodeo Valley.) I only had one crazy crewing adventure (Tahoe Rim.) I didn’t do a single run that wasn’t excessively dangerous or contradicted all training logic. I only had one “running is a thinly-veiled excuse to party” adventure (Woodstock.)
I spent far too much time trying to master 100 milers. spent too much time talking about running celebrities. I spent too much time discussing finisher’s awards. I spent too much time going to bed at a reasonable hour before races. I spent too much time being boring.
With that in mind, I’m setting a single running goal for 2013:
Fuck off A LOT more.
For me, running was always a medium to explore life. Sometimes that meant running alone and using the solitude for introspection. Sometimes it meant running in the mountains with Shelly as a “date.” Sometimes it meant running the same route week after week as an excuse to socialize with the Hobby Joggas. Sometimes that meant long, ill-planned adventures as an excuse to have deep philosophical discussions wth Jesse Scott. Sometimes it meant dressing up in ridiculous clothing just to make the stuffy runners uncomfortable.
I need to get back to that. I need to smile and laugh more. I need to poke fun at myself. I need to poke fun of others. I need to take a much more light-hearted approach to my own running.
How exactly will I meet that singular goal for this year?
Be myself. Plan more dumbass runs. Plan more meetups with my dumbass friends.
That’s the cure for my running funk. That’s what I’ve been missing.
So… who’s up for a long, drunken run?