It’s not uncommon for folks in Southern California to drive 25 miles to work and then 25 miles back home, 5 days a week, 22 days per month and 264 days a year. For the most part, the work commute is a never ending out & back of ultra proportion. Go run 50 miles via a 25 mile out & back and everyone has the same question. With a bewildering look they pontificate, why would anybody run 50 miles? No answer makes sense to the inquisitive fossil fuel addicts. It’s become acceptable to risk life and limb by casually steering a high-speed projectile around town while polluting the planet. Do something goal oriented, green friendly with physical benefits and that’s incomprehensible to Joe Isuzu.
Driving an automobile is apparently the acceptable choice for spending one’s time while physical activity and triumph take a back seat. The next time someone asks you why you ran 50 miles, give them the long mathematical answer. I ran 13.1 miles so I could run 26.2 miles. I ran 26.2 miles so I could run 31 miles. I ran 31 miles so I could run 50 miles. I ran 50 miles so I could run 62 miles. I’ll run 62 miles so I can run 100 miles. And, I’ll run 100 miles so I can finally appreciate your car.
Your health is your wealth,
Chaz
Category: Rants
I like that mathematical answer. Usually, I give one of a couple others:
1. I do it so that I don’t have to ask somebody that same question. It’s all the difference between living, and simply existing.
2. Why not run 50 miles? If I don’t, someone else will. And, I’d much rather be hurt or sore after doing so than to be comfortable, sitting in a recliner and watching the game.
iChaz,
We will be there to see you cross the finish line at your first hundred miler. You are ready, you rockstar runner of the universe!!
Your fans, iMichelle, iDad and iSierra
Must be genetic. As the old saying goes, insanity is inherited from your kids. Which must explain why Mrs. Charlie’s Mom (over 70) is entering her first triathlon. Go figure!
P.S. Send mom a t-shirt, long sleeves preferred. Likes blue.