Why I Love Running.
So I was on the Guardian running blog earlier and I came across an interview with Paula Radcliffe where she was asked about the foods she’d eat post race. Here’s an interview excerpt.
Interviewer : What’s your favourite post-race indulgence? Paula : Food of any sort. It varies. It can be anything. Sometimes it’s something savoury, like chips or a cheese sandwich, or it could be chocolate, or wine.
The general (non-running) public needs to hear more from the likes of Paula.
As runners we’re all tarred as being health obsessed bastards who can never enjoy the simple things in life. Even Paula who is the best of all of the runners, enjoys “unhealthy” food but still is faster than Hell on skates.
It just goes to prove that don’t have to live a pure life where you chastise yourself for liking to snack, to be a runner.
The act of running frees you up to live the life you want to. There’s nothing wrong with going down the healthy route where you enjoy fruit and vegetables and abstain from alcohol.
But there’s nothing wrong with eating what you want to either from time to time.
And for me that’s the biggest draw of running.
I can eat and drink what I want to and still remain relatively healthy.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t run to be healthy.
I run because I really like doing it.
I don’t understand being “healthy” for the sake of being “healthy”.
Everyone wants to avoid the pain of illness. This is why I’ve started eating a little better recently. But you can’t escape these fucking idiots who blog and are on a perpetual health fix.
Living a healthy life for the sake of living longer is like being a songwriter and recording a 60 minute song with one note and assuming it will be a fucking masterpiece by virtue of its length and nothing else.
There’s gotta be something greater than merely existing and making ends meet. Sometimes you’ve gotta live a little and peak for a fucking chorus (even if that chorus is a chocolate cake that will leave you feeling traumatised and guilty immediately afterwards)
Regardless of how healthy you are (or want to be), you will die.
You are the commander of a sinking ship and no amount of tofu will keep you afloat.
But that’s good. We’re all fucked.
Everyone you’ve ever hated will die too.
I know I’m going down.
It’s not something I want to accelerate with the lifestyle I lead, in fact I want to live a fulfilling life free of illness, but it comes to everyone in the end.
Rather than feel sad about it, I appreciate the fact I can still run, no matter how slowly and above all I’m really looking forward to all of the crazy adventures I’ll have when travelling to these races.
In less than 4 weeks time I’m heading out to Amsterdam for 2 nights before the Paris Marathon. Then I’ll board the Thalys train to Paris for the run itself and I honestly can’t wait for it.
I won’t run particularly well and I’ll struggle for most of it but the point is running can be fucking fun and it’s seriously worth trying!