The winter brings rest and reflection on a strong season of running events. The calm of nerves and being content without an approaching goal on the horizon is nice. It's comfortable.
Flipping through images this morning on my phone, I scrolled past this image of Kyle doing some prep-work on his number before the Tushar 93k. Nerves were running high for both of us here. Anxiety was in the air amongst all the runners that were camped out near the start. Everyone was jittery and talkative. Not knowing anything about the day to come offered a secure feeling of uncertainty. There was no other way to feel. Trying to breathe, relax and calm nerves seemed impossible.
In a strange, masochistic way, I miss this feeling of uncertainty and not knowing what cards we will be dealt with after the gun goes off.