It's cold. Not necessarily the temperature (although that's no peach either), just the concept of running. It can be cruel, unforgiving and painful.
The wind whips at the face of those who choose to brave the elements, challenge the foes of self doubt, the calls for rest. The calls to lead a normal life rather than rack up miles on Christmas Eve. New Years Day. Every day.
Time slips by. Time that could be used for other things. Sleep. Friends. Anything else. Anything would be better than mile 10. Rep 12. Lap 6.
And why? Why train this much longer? This much harder? For a second? Half a second? And where does that get you? There's no notoriety for a runner. No fame. No glory.
It's all for you. This is what makes you tick. Because half a second is the difference between 5:00 and 4:59. 2:00 and 1:59. 1st and 4th. A PR and a long week.
Or at least that's what you tell yourself. Anything to get out the door ....
2015 is here, what will you do with it?
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