While I was thrashing around on the elliptical this afternoon I began to think about why I race. Not questioning it so much as thinking about the reasons that I do it.
Obviously there is the challenge of seeing what you can accomplish, seeing if you can push yourself further. The desire to get better is a strong one.
And then I thought of a picture that was taken at the end of the last sort of major physically challenging endeavor that I participated in, the Atlanta Tough Mudder in April of last year. It was a day of highs and lows as can be said of any day that ends with you getting to run through a muddy chute strewn with wires waiting to zap you with 10,000 volts. One of the event photographers captured our group, our family, in a sort of spontaneous embrace right after we crossed the finish line, muddy and tired. It is an awesome feeling that I remember well and I think it only comes from putting yourself through that physical experience that challenges you completely, pushes you to the edge of your physical and mental endurance. And when you can share it with three other people like that, it’s an amazing feeling.