Process Running: A First Date with Fitness
April 29 2019 // The Pain Train
Fitness is only concerned with what is next on the schedule. There is no celebration or pause after a workout, there is only demand for repetition.
— Cassidy — Once a Runner
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Week in, week out. That is all fitness knows. It doesn’t care about self-pity and resignation.
The celebration is the next run. The ability to double down for weeks on end, on years on end, ad nauseum.
It demands that you live in the moment. It doesn’t give a shit about your workout yesterday. Today, fitness merely wants more. Easy or hard, fitness indiscriminately devours miles.
Enjoy the great workouts, the good workouts, and the done workouts — all the same. Fitness is fleeting.
With every sense you have available to you, bath in the freedom of always having more to give. Every repeat. Every workout. Seemingly — speed — at the excruciating twist of an internal faucet.
Anticipate the next workout that “sort of scares you” like a hand written note from a new lover, and get all Tommy Puzey in it’s face — “be the storm”.
Whether it’s 8:00pm on a 0C Saturday night with 30km/hr winds, a light flurry, and the schedule has 3 up, 5k @ 4:10, 3 down; or Tuesday morning at 4:15am with the alarm signalling the start of the routine that crescendos in 15 x 200 @ 35s [2:00] with sub-zero temps and almost white out conditions at times. Fitness gives zero fucks.
Grab the merino long sleeve, a light glove, your “no fucking around it’s go time” black JBAC socks, and go get lost inside — ignorant to the world you run through. Find the faucet. And twist that fucker. Don’t even notice the violent breeze swirling as you bang out 5k at 4:04/km or the snow flakes pelting your eyeballs as you click off another 34s 200.
Done. What’s next?
That’s all fitness cares about.