I read this last night in Caleb Daniloff’s Running Ransom Road and had to share it with everyone. It is so wise and wonderful, and true.
“But a marathon regulated things, taught me humility. For these four-some hours, I was confined to my body,to who I was, not who I wanted to be, or pretended to be. There was no bullshitting 26.2 miles.”
Isn’t that just so true that it almost makes you shiver? I think I’m going to print it out and hang it on my wall.
And later, Daniloff wrote this:
“Every time I run, I’m having a conversation with my purest self, my moral inventory on full display. Running is a state of being more than a sport, a way of life.”
Yes, yes, yes! This is totally why I run, not for sport or time or competition as much as for the state of being I find myself in while running, and after running.
P.S. I think I love you a little bit, Caleb Daniloff.
|My moral inventory on full display, on the Lost Lake Trail in Seward.|