I was watching a documentary about Mark Cavendish on Netflix last night - fantastic documentary about a professional cyclist who was a winning machine, lost his edge, had to rebuild himself from the ground up, and when ended up winning again (sorry, spoiler alert). Anyway - when he finally does win again after this 5-year process of rebuilding himself, he gets off his bike, sits down on the street and weeps.
My thought is this: one of the greatest feelings in the world is crying from a place of joy. I can remember two instances of this in my own life. One was when I was in elementary school. I was playing baseball and I wasn't very good. I hit a homerun in a game and got back to the bench and I was so happy I started crying. To this day, I have no idea why I remember that.
The second one was when I finished my second marathon. It was a moment I had thought about many times in the preceding year. For that marathon I had a time goal and had put SO much work into it. Running twice a day at times, logging huge mileage weeks, doing the ice baths, doing the long 15-18 miles training runs...just a lot of effort...and then I achieved the goal I had set out to achieve. I crossed the finish line and was walking out of the chute and was so happy (and relieved) that I started crying. That feels so good!
Like I said, random thought.
