Run from the gut
We used to race from the gut. At least that’s how it seemed.
We didn’t know about macronutrients or sports nutrition or myofascial release. We didn’t get massages or wear compression tights to bed or have fancy tools to measure our output.
We had a coach. His name was Storksen. He yelled at us while hanging out the window of a VW van.
He told us where to go and how hard to run but, basically, we went out and tried to beat each other. Up hill repeats or running quarter mile intervals around the track we had only one goal – to finish first …
They were good days. Rugged and hard and raw.
I train like an adult now, with charts and graphs and records and measurements and calculations – but when things get complicated I like to stop and remember what it felt like to know absolutely nothing and feel absolutely everything.
The whole thing is here and worth the read before your next run.