Escape to Tarahumara Land

Thur – AM 2k swim, PM 30min bike
Fri – upper body weights, core, deadlifts, squats, 8k row, 30min bike
Sat – rest
Sun – (2k row, 10k bike) x2, wobble board stability!
Mon -AM 1.5k swim, PM coached bike technique session, 30min row/bike/eliptical circuits

I have just begun to read ‘Born To Run’ – it was leant to me by LB, and like many books leant to me over the course of my degree, it has been gathering dust for quite a while. However – said degree is now over, and I am free to read and enjoy at my leisure.

I wanted a book not related to running, training, or anything – some silly romance or another of the warming ‘Ladies Detective Agency’ books which guarantee to bring a glow to the soul. Too busy/lazy to get to Waterstones, I thought i’d give it a go.

I’ve only read the first chapter, so perhaps i’m jumping the gun, but so far, I love it. I love it becuase it is a book written by someone who knows the pain and frustration of running injury, who can laugh at his own pig-headed stubbon nature (visitig every specialist in the hope of a different diagnosis), and yet who evidently loves running.

McDougall (affore mentioned owner of pig head), so far, has told me all about the Tarahumara runners – their ritual drinking, their ability to run and run for minutes, hours, days, miles, marathons – to just keep going and love every pain free minute. Such a life seems to inviting in its simplicity – drink with the tribe, sleep, run – eat, sleep, run, enjoy life – no stealing, no murder or other human related nastiness. It’s a shame only certain clans within the human race seem capable of such a simple existance.

Human beigns really are meant to just ‘be’ – to use the land, to relate to one another, to relish the first moment of spring and dance with the stars. It’s a shame we make everything so compliated.

Training really should be just as simple – practice what you need to do in the race, but don’t stress over it, don’t make it into an ordeal or a trial. If you’re not enjoying it, something is wrong – using the body you have should be a pleasure and a joy.

Riding my bike lately has been a total joy – the feeling of flying accross the downs, the way the wheels hug the smooth contours of never-ending road.
It’s just a shame about all the cars.

That is why i’d like to escpae to Tarahumara Land – no cars, no irritating elements of life to culminate into webs of stress and indecision. Simplicity. Calm.
For now i’ll have to stick with England and imagine.

Published by michellearthurs

I'm an NCTJ Journalist and work at Cycling Weekly. Previous to this, I was the Editor at Total Women's Cycling. I've also dabbled in marketing and copywriting - having been Marketing Coordinator and Social Media/Content Editor at Evans Cycles. My first job was working on a local newspaper.  I've written for a variety of titles on a freelance basis, too. I got into cycling when I entered my first triathlon in 2010. I now race crits, road races, time trials, and do a lot of track training for not very much track racing.

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