I've just completed my trail run at one of my favourite places to run. Even so, I haven't been here in quite some time. The trail itself is still as difficult as the faded memory in my mind of it. The wheels of nature grinds a little slower than what I wished for, a new unexpected little downhill would have been nice. Dammit nature.
My time for today's run, is not great. An hour and three minutes for 10.5km. To my defence, it is quite a technical trail. It is tempting to look at my personal best for this exact trail, and be depressed about today's outcome. But sitting under a tree afterwards to recover a bit, something dawns on me before my mind starts up the record of how slow my run was.
The outcome is pointless, it is in the change afterwords from which the value gets unlocked.
To compare my time with a personal best is valuable, but only a small part of what happend today. It would discount the fact I got spend time in a nature reserve this morning. That part of the "traffic" I encounter today was a Giraffe who would not move out of the trail until it was good and ready to do so on its own accord. Come to think of it, I lost a minute right there, maybe the Giraffe could shoulder some blame for my slow run. Yes, I'm cluching at straws here but somehow it make me feel beter for a moment?
Thing is, it is not the outcome itself which is important, but rather the changes you've undergone and the person you turn yourself into along the way. My own outlook and reaction a short while ago of not reaching a goal was a worn out record of feeling dissapointed and looking for blame.
Mmm, maybe I shouldn't blame the Giraffe as well today for taking a minute to disapear into the landscape.
Somehow, today sitting here, the time of my run seems a little less important. I had a great trail experience in spite of how long it took. There is a lesson in that, you don't always have to be good at something, to still enjoy it.
The trail of life is only as difficult as you make it out to be.