As easy as a life without running sounds, I don’t think I’d be happy with it. I feel like it would be a hollow life. There would always be something missing. I’ve always loved this quote from Again to Carthage (sequel to Once a Runner):
“When you’re a competitive runner in training you are constantly in a process of ascending.
That’s it.
It’s a simple idea, but the more I thought about it, the more profound it became to me. It’s not something most human beings would give a moment of consideration to, that it is actually possibly to be living for years in a state of constant betterment. To consider that you are better today than you were yesterday or a year ago, and that you will be better still tomorrow or next week or at tournament time your senior year. That if you’re doing it right you are an organism constantly evolving toward some agreed-upon approximation of excellence. Wouldn’t that be at least one definition of a spiritual state?
When I was a runner it was something we lived every second of our lives. It was such a part of us that if we had ever given a second’s thought, it would have been a mental lapse, a sign of weakness. Of course I am getting better every day, I would have said, what the hell am I training for otherwise? As if there were only one alternative, as if the arrow of improvement necessarily parallels the arrow of time, and in only one direction.”
I think this puts into words exactly what running gives to me. That feeling of constant betterment is a powerful thing. Knowing I’m better than the day before creates a very satisfying life. I’m sure you don’t need it to be happy, but I certainly find it to be fulfilling.