Today I stood on a very pretty crossroads and watched 505 people run Winter Trail Wales. This is a brilliant trail half marathon in Coed y Brenin.
As I stood there watching people racing, and achieving goals it really let me think a little bit more about running for me.
And this is how I thought – in 2015, I ran for 224 hours. 8 hrs and 13 minutes of that was race time.
Now, I really enjoyed my races last year, there were some bits of really important achievement, but I ran for nearly 30 times longer than I raced. And my training last year, whilst I did it, I didn’t love it.
So here’s my not-quite-finished-thought. Where should my focus be, on the hours that I run in training, or on the events. And why are events important to me.
If you run, or train for something, does your event time, or the feeling you get from the event compensate or give a reason for the time and effort in training?
And the importance of these pictures? Well it is a reminder to me that instead of the stress, and anxiety of lining up on a start line, at a given time, to compare myself to a previous time, or to some other runners there is a deep sense of satisfaction of journeying in wild places, on foot. Challenging myself in a way that feels right for where I am on that given day.
I know I need to focus on the good times between a few events, rather than the events themselves, for now at least!
So, maybe I’ll go gentle on myself, or maybe I’ll get cabin fever and need an event to push my training. Can’t be sure, it’s not quite a full thought yet.