My friend Marla sent me a poem she wrote after completing an ultra event. I think it illustrates very nicely why we do what we do!
The Worst Yet Best Sleep
Trying to sleep after an ultra trail race!
My head hit the pillow; I've been waiting for this moment.
I told myself - this is what I look forward to the most after a long race.
I toss, I turn, I tumble and I torment.
My shoulders are stiff from carrying my pack.
My butt is sore from climbing.
My quads are sore from down hills.
My calves are sore from grinding up to viewpoints.
My feet are sore from carrying my body over roots and rocks.
My stomach cries for calories.
Why do I look forward to this the most - this sleepless night?
I smile as I lay trying to anticipate the next sleeping position.
I know why I look forward to this the most - this sleepless night.
I have shoulders to carry my pack.
I have power to climb up.
I have able legs to go down.
I have calves that take me to views.
I have eyes to these views.
I have feet that can carry me many miles and not give up.
I have food to eat.
I'm alive and fortunate to enjoy a long trail race.
My Sleepless night reminds me of this.
That's why I look forward to this moment the most - this sleepless night.
At this time of year it is nice to reflect on the year gone past and to set goals for the upcoming year. I hope you find this poem inspirational as we celebrate the year 2014 and dream big for 2015! ;-)