Last night I was busting it hard on the treadmill in the bonus room above my garage at home. As I kept hitting the big "+" button which increases the pace I was getting closer and closer to a 8 mile/min pace. I suddenly realized something.
I don't run because I think its good for me or healthy.
I just run.
I like how I feel when I plan a run, when I'm getting ready to run, when I'm running, and when I finish running. I think I like them all equally.
I don't care if its a mile or 100 miles, I just like it. Although I do find myself drawn to the longer runs.
Not once do I remember thinking, "I need to run so I will be healthier."
If I didn't run then I would probably be the fat, bald, back-hair guy in the gym walking around in a tank top and those loose fitting circus pants. Yea, my chest & arms would be kinda buff, but the rest would be mushy.
With that being said I'm super pumped about running 34 on the Foothills Trail with a group next weekend. This will be my first ultra distance since The Seashore 50K on 12/18 (3 months ago). Seems longer than that for some reason.
Even more time to think about stuff like this.