This past weekend I completed the most physically and mentally exhausting race of my life. I ran the Chuckanut 50K, 31 miles of mud, constant rain, snow, and 5000 overall feet of elevation gain. On the completion of this event, I realized that the experience, really sums up for me what running means to me, what it has brought into my life and how it has changed it and continues to change it. For anyone that has not done this race, the first and last 10K are run on a seemingly flat portion of the interurban trail. The last 10K seems to extend on forever into a never ending battle of mental torture.
It's a new dawn. It's a new day. And we just want to feel good. But how? Choosing joy is a decision we can make everyday. To feel that magic, that spark, that lightness, that strength. It's a force that we can say YES to. It's a feeling we have the power to cultivate. It's what we call: joy to the run. So what does that look like?