People have a habit of interjecting their thoughts when least appropriate. Or when most inopportune. Or best timed to cut deep and lay waste to killer mojo. Those people are assholes.
One commonality among endurance athletes is the misunderstanding of our obsession by the uninitiated. The crazy looks. The questioning stares. I have read numerous posts and comments lately on this very subject. As a rule we - marathoners, ultra marathoners, triathletes, etc - are viewed as obsessive, arrogant, egotistical, selfish maniacs.
Tell me I am insane.
Tell me I waste my money.
Tell me I misuse my time.
Tell me I am a bad father.
Tell me I am a selfish spouse.
But don't tell me they know what it means to be me. That they understand what I do. That they understand why I run. Far.
They may not get IT. That is okay. The real question is do they get that they don't get IT?
Tell the rain not to drop. But don't tell me not to run.
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