Lessons learned

Last few weeks have been a holding pattern – for much of the world I think. I was musing on the run the other day – last week was my birthday and that morning I planned to get up early and do a long run. I didn’t have much of a plan, it was more a case of throw some food and water in a pack and head out with Murph to enjoy the day before anyone else was awake.  As it turned out we did 17 miles and were out for 4 hours plus – which I was happy with, much of the route was beach and much of it was rocky so progress was slow but we loved every minute. Even when with an hour to go the heavens opened and the chill cut in.

I digress – I was musing about the lockdown and how I felt about it. I have friends who are frustrated, depressed and can’t wait until its over – Which is understandable. So I was trying to work out why I feel so relaxed about it all, of course I can get out with the dog that helps but I genuinely am content to sit and wait and sit and wait and sit and wait. You can’t rush this thing, you can’t fight it, you might as well punch fog. No point in being angry it just needs riding out.

And then I figured perhaps I cope because it’s similar in a way to ultrarunning. You grind through it, you chop it down to step by step, you don’t look at the ending, you can’t look at the ending because it’s so far away and that distance is overwhelming. So perhaps ultrarunning has taught me patience and how to deal with living in the moment and taking one step at a time. The goal will come, we will get through this, you can’t rush it, the finish line comes when it comes. You might as well do what you can to enjoy the ride. In last years 50 miler there were moments I wished for the end, 10 miles out I was praying for the line to come, it couldn’t come fast enough. I look back and I see the mistake I made. I concentrated on the end not the journey. It’s inconceviable to me now I did that, I would give anything to be out there right now 40 miles into a race but out in the mountains and in pain. To try to enjoy that last 10 miles instead of wishing them to end.

No those last 10 miles weren’t pretty but they could have been if I’d chosen to embrace them not hate them.  It might be a poor anology with people dying out there and losing jobs but times pass and we get one shot, embrace it all, even the shit bits.

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Be Happy!
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Dawn at the start of a long run on your birthday  … does it get any better
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On the way home and hunting wabbits
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We found new rockfalls
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And we spent around 8 miles running up and down this stuff – blew my quads out
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There were pretty forests too with bluebells
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And even crowds cheering us on
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No dog is an island
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For mum and dad – these are this years blooms on Trepit Road seeing as you cant get out there at the mo!

Author: Gareth

Running coastal trails in South Wales and working on a healthier body and mind

5 thoughts on “Lessons learned”

  1. Yes! Running ultras teaches one to be humble, patient, accepting what comes, dealing with it in the moment, putting one foot in front of the other to keep moving forward, relentlessly, pursing goals no matter how far off and difficult they may seem.
    Stunning photos of a magical place to run and ponder life. Lucky you, and Murph. Keep running!

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    1. Thanks! We definitely will. And you’ve hit the nail on the head and described in one sentence what I took a page to write! You keep on truckin’ too and we will all come through this slowly but surely

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