Last week there were a few articles out asking “are ultra runners crazy?” Immediately, I clicked and read every word. Just who are these “writers” to judge runners?!
|During peak training last year, I ran 50+ miles/week (not ultra running but still lots of miles!)|
There is something about conquering that beast of a thing that is the essence of life. It’s like every time you do it, its representative of facing your fears and taking life into your own hands to say — I’ve got this. This is MY life!
|I was proud of myself for getting 20+miles in before work one day last year|
I say — they’re missing it. Long running is definitely not about comfort. I don’t know that I “love” every or any second of running. But, I think Scott put it well in this piece:
“I can just tap into those primal roots of being a human being and immersing myself in the conditions around me…all those things combined get me responding in a way that I think we used to respond as humans back in the day. Now we don’t have to and life has become comfortable.”
Ultra running is a freedom for some — and ultra runners don’t have some special power that makes them immune to the discomforts of heat, pain, hills or exhaustion. But they have realized the freedom and fulfillment that comes from tackling those roads and trails and hours.
During marathon training, there’s a certain sense of exhiliration that comes with tackling a big run. I’m no Jeff Grabosky (who literally ran across America) or Chris Vargo (who actually WINS ultras) but I get them.
Ultrarunners aren’t crazy — they just found nature’s best medicine for life.