Something I’ve often found ironic is when people hear how many miles I’ve run and how many I plan to run, how many marathons and ultramarathons I still want to get under my belt, they often tell me I’m “crazy.”
Sometimes I think:
“If only you knew!”
But in all seriousness, there are two reasons why these kinds of statements irk me.
One: they invalidate the work that I’m doing as a runner. They diminish it.
Now I know, I know, that I “shouldn’t” need the external validation of others to run. And I don’t. But these statements do something else to me.
When I hear that I’m “crazy” for running, I also hear that I shouldn’t be doing it, that it’s a worthless endeavor, that there is something fundamentally wrong with me for pushing through “insane” amounts of miles.
Ah, such is the nature of the depressed mind. I’m…