I have big goals for this race, and no niggles (yet) to give me an excuse not to race. It's not that I don't want to race, of course—I'm just scared of these goals I've set. This fear has the potential to make the next couple of weeks far less pleasant than a taper should be.
Thinking more carefully on this experience, I realised: my goals for this race are fundamentally the same as for every race I do. The only difference is that, this time, I've actually encapsulated those goals in a model of my capabilities and printed a number on that metaphorical package. At the moment, the number is 340. It might change, which is OK, because the number is arbitrary. It doesn't really mean anything.
It's about the feeling.
So, here are my real, deep-down, honest goals for the Caboolture 48hr:
- Make every step beautiful.
- Make every breath perfect.
- Enjoy every moment.
To my fellow runners—
I look forward to bringing my energy and joy to this event, and to partaking in the energy and joy that you bring. I look forward to working with you to create meaning in these meaningless numbers with kindness, compassion, camaraderie and a darn good sense of humour. Because we all know we're going to need it ;)
See you at the
Historical Hysterical Village.