This morning I headed out to a local park to practice the personal equivalent of rolling a boulder up a hill. I did a 1.5 mile warmup, then marked off a tenth of a mile, and proceeded to race up as fast as I could, turn, walk back down, and do it all over again. By the time I reached the top, I felt like I was going to hurl. By the time I got back down to the bottom, I recovered enough to repeat the drill again.
Sounds terrible, right?
Perhaps... Unless you're a runner or a fan of Albert Camus (or both). In his classic essay The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus writes:
"The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."And it's funny...
Because, twisted as it seems on the surface, I think Camus might be right.
I didn't "accomplish" anything this morning (if by "accomplishment" we're talking about a concrete, tangible result). But I did knock out my hill repeats at a 6:45 PACE!
And that was enough to fill my heart.
Maybe Camus was a runner?