Sunday, I had a really good time at the Navy Marathon in Corpus Christi. Nice bling. Nice people.
This morning, I went for a test run in a new set of insoles and my left heel felt great. Then I thought, hey, lets go to San Antonio this weekend and run a marathon and a half marathon. I thought I'd do real races instead of my private races.
I got to the signup web page and saw that it would be $200 to enter the 2 races; add in the gas and the hotel and my "click submit" mechanism suddenly stalled. I am already signed up for a race in April which doesn't require a hotel. I might go to Dallas in May.
And so now you know why I don't race that much; and count my private marathons instead. Time and money are at a premium.
Besides the money, there is the time. Time spent driving is time lost from contemplation, pondering that great silence.
So, I will release the stress of going to a race and just stay home. I'll do my miles in Seabrook, nodding happily at the other runners who join me every week.
What is my goal? If I have no plan to talk to anyone about my races, then private marathon deserves a private goal. Secretly, I record my accomplishment on a piece of paper taped to my bed room wall.
All of this is about fitness, yes. It is also about longevity. It is also about contemplation. In the quietness of my soul, the mind beyond my normal consciousness, the miles symbolize eternity. The miles symbolize peace.