Brother Lixin is a running enthusiast. He has not participated in the competition for two years due to the epidemic, so he feels uncomfortable. Last winter, when I got home, I asked me to drive with me to run with me and challenge the whole horse. But when I ran to 39 kilometers, I gave up. When I came back this time, he pulled me and asked me to accompany me again. He left from Mindong Avenue , Pengshan crossed the bridge and walked back to Binjiang Avenue. The whole journey was 50 kilometers. I was scheduled to run today, so I had to postpone my return to Shenzhen. Last night he gave me the car and told me the route and the first supply point so that I don’t have to get up too early, just arrive at this supply point on time. These days, I kept raining. I asked him what to do if it rained. I replied, "Cancel."
At five o'clock in the morning, I heard the sound of rain and felt that there was no chance, so I happily fell asleep again. Unexpectedly, when the alarm clock rang, I looked at WeChat. My brother had already set off in advance and started running at 5:50, but it was clearly raining! The scene of a guy running like a chicken in the rain suddenly appeared in his mind, so he had to get up quickly and try to catch up with him early in order to prevent him from retreating at any time.
With the drizzle all the way, I drove to the agreed location in advance, opened WeChat, and left a voice message in Lixin: "It has passed, keep moving forward." After chasing forward for hundreds of meters, he saw his agile back. When he met, he had already run eighteen kilometers and looked in good condition. At thirty-three kilometers, he took the second supply and looked in good condition. Knowing that it will start to be difficult from now on, we agreed to make a supply of five kilometers per day.
to thirty-eight kilometers. This time I felt like I had been waiting for a long time. When he ran, he said, "No, lactic acid accumulates, I can't run anymore." I said, "I'm not young anymore, if I don't have it, get on the bus." He decided to hold on for a while, and he had to run the whole horse no matter how hard he was. Out of caution, we decided to recharge every two or three kilometers.
Recharge once forty kilometers, and after reaching more than 42 kilometers, Lixin decided not to persist anymore, so he got in the car and left with him.
Last time he planned to run the whole horse, but he gave up the high heart rate at 39 kilometers. This time he challenged 50 kilometers. heart rate has no problem and his legs are not good, so he completed the whole horse. I suggest that he plans to challenge 100 kilometers next time, so that completing 50 kilometers should be easy. This is certainly a joke, but for these runners, the goal is important, but the process is more important. I am beside Ben Taylor Ben Shahar, " Methods of Happiness ". When the book mentions the importance of goals, it says: "The process of striving to achieve goals can bring happiness and positive emotional impacts more than achieving goals. The goal is set to allow us to enjoy the present moment. The goal is meaning, not the ending." This sentence looks very chicken soup at first, but today it seems to be about facts.
I know the joy of exercise and agree with the benefits of exercise, but I was not very understanding of the religious piety of an ordinary person who challenged the limit of running length. Today I asked Lixin: "Isn't it boring to run alone for more than four hours? Why don't you bring headphones?" He replied that it's not boring, and you need to keep your focus without headphones. I also heard for the first time that running requires concentration. When it comes to concentration, and thinking about the characteristics of long-distance running, such as realizing one's potential and moderate challenges, I suddenly realized that this is the condition for producing "peak experience" and " flow "? So during this long journey, runners are not suffering, but enjoying, enjoying challenges and conquests. Because of enjoyment, I am obsessed with repetition. This is completely different from being forced to take the 1500-meter exam when I was studying. It was not my choice or my goal. At this point, I have basically understood the runner's obsession with running.
Lixin’s wife once called to care about his situation, and I said no problem. I had asked her before why she didn't drive for logistics, so that her husband would have to come back to run by herself. She said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "If you can't get up, it's enough for you to be crazy at home." It seems that she doesn't fully understand the runner, just like I did before. Maybe she accompanied her twice, sat in the car and watched her husband run, and suddenly she understood everything, just like me today.
I have an old knee injury, so it is impossible to learn to run. So what else can make me "crazy" too?
