I used to like indoor. I used to like the feeling of clicking away lap after lap in a matter of seconds, feeling that you are running faster than you really are. I used to like knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with wind or rain or cold in the race. I used to like the up close and personal feel you get with the crowds with the smaller facilities. I used to like indoor...
Right now, indoor and I are on VERY rough terms. I am not fond of indoor. I am not fond of winter. I am not fond of that dreaded, dismal, awful, less than 400m track. I strongly dislike how close to the crowds you are...
Three poor... no, that's not the right word... Three horrible... ya, that works... Three horrible races in a row. Not one effort to be proud of. Three times leaving that miserable, crowded, humid, sorry excuse for a facility feeling like a failure. Feeling like I shouldn't even have bothered. No, I do not like indoor, not one bit...
Then there's winter. Oh winter, how I loath thee right now. The bitter cold. The awful colds that only pretend to go away, just to reappear when you can't afford them. The feeling of always running on empty. Running out of breath doing the simplest of tasks. I dislike winter...
But, I do not hate indoor. Indoor is a part of my life, a part of my running that I have dedicated all of myself too. I cannot hate it, for I love running. I love to race. And they are one in the same. And winter, though it is the time of illness, it also brings snow, and encourages hot coffee and hot coco. No, I do not hate indoor and I do not hate winter... We are just not talking at the moment...
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