From The Coach...Online!
This appeared in March 2005!
There can hardly be a better time for any runner. We might dream of living in warmer, less temperamental climates, and indeed the people there will have little concept of the darkness and misery of winter. Yet by the same token, what concept will they have of the joy of spring? For the distance runner, the long darkness is over. The clocks will go forwards on this final weekend of March, and suddenly the first part of our club training runs will be in daylight. The canal bank, the bridge across the river, and the moors beyond, beckon to the runner jaded by months of tarmac under streetlamps.
Those of us affected by SAD (Seasonally Affected Disorder) will find the sun lifting higher into the sky, and penetrating the atmosphere more effectively. Similarly it will penetrate that darkness that can accumulate in the soul after a long winter, and simply make the mood lift.
Each year I am determined to grasp every opportunity that longer evenings offer, though when the Autumn comes around again, I so often feel that I could have done better. I try at least to have a few midweek evening fell races to look back on. A group of us went to the Lothersdale Fell Race, near Skipton, two years ago, and I still have good memories of an enjoyable run over sloping farmland and fell, of good natured competition between clubmates, and a pint of beer drunk outside a village pub. It’s there again in the fixture list on May 4th, and I’d love to see men’s and women’s teams finish – for me there’s hardly a finer sight than Idle Vests coming off the fell on a still and peaceful evening.
The picture is sharpened in my mind by the months of cold hands, of biting winds, and days that seem to end before they have begun. And even at my age I am often taken by surprise by the feeling of light and warmth coming back. I then remember suddenly, and I am thankful for the temperate British climate, which by making me experience the misery of winter, enables me to appreciate the start of spring. Our fellow runners in warmer climates will have felt little of this, and I believe are the lesser for it.
The longest evenings are in June – try a few evening races before then, on road, trail or fell, and feel as if you have taken hold of your spring and summer. There are the Bunny Runs, the John Carr 5k’s, and Horsforth’s new trail race.
That way, when the darkness of winter comes again, and all there is to offer is miserable drags along inhospitable pavements, you will know that nothing is permanent, and that as fed up as you are, the spring will come again, and you have the experience to deal with it. Look back on the warm memories of a successful summer in 2005 like Tennyson:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Ok he probably wouldn’t appreciate me applying the quote like this, but at least in the depths of winter, we will have something to sustain us, and the knowledge that there are better things to come.
-Chris.