Sometimes - like yesterday - I get out there when I don't really feel like it and run. I want to write up some huge self-congratulatory post about the huge ordeal and how epic it was and how I fought off wild bandits and thunderclouds and epileptic fits and the slings and arrows of doubters and naysayers and evildoers and still got it done against the odds.
But sometimes - like yesterday - it's just mindless circling around the track. Twenty laps in about an hour. Watching the sky get dark. Wondering how many more laps that I'll still have enough light to be able to see the sides of the track. Watching the deer family come out to graze one by one at the edges of the forest.
I guess that's special all by itself. It doesn' t have to be epic to be a satisfying, healthy run. Sometimes I run because that's just what triathletes do.