Going Solo An Alaska Running Adventure
Life is not meant to be lived in moderation. With a middle of the road life comes a middle of the road existence. Stress is in the eyes of the stressed. What could be more stressful than to look back at the years and wonder ... what could I have done? Peace comes to those that already know that answer; theyve done it! I believe life is meant to be lived out toward the edge. The proverbial edge is a personal point that is arrived at by means of your comfort zone. For some it might be an hour hike alone on trails in a state park, for others it might be a solo climb of a 20,000+ ft. peak in the Himalayans.
Without goals, my life seems to wander aimlessly. To stay fit and focused I need to be training for something. To keep my interest these goals must be out near the edge. Once the goal is set, all in life seems to fall in place. I eat, sleep, work, train and seem to be more organized when focused on a long-term goal.
In December of 89, I was without a goal. My last athletic adventure had been a marathon in Mexico.
Run long, look great!
The look of the distance runner, long, lean, defined. A look of balance, action and endurance, not a body built in a gym but on the roads and trails, sculpted in the natural environment by simple hard work, one foot in front of the other. The skin of a runner has an outdoor look. Wind, sun and sweat have given it texture, color and wear. An alive and real look, unlike skin that lives under incandescent light alone. Not to mention tan lines that tell a story of how this body spends its time in motion, in nature.