When slow change happens it morphs into the new normal.
I discovered endurance running three years ago. At the time I didn't think I could do it. For real. Now a 10 mile run is, well let's say, pretty normal.
My new normal is reading race reports and blogs of ultra runners (yes, that's correct, I did not even now that term three years ago). And volunteering at 50 and 100 mile races to... well... yes, it's true, to check them out. I always say "I'm here for inspiration". I've never actually spoken the words "I want to run a 100 mile race" out loud. I'm not even sure that specific thought has manifested so clearly in my brain.
What I do know now, is that I do not know what my limits are in running. I didn't think I could do a half marathon. Or a full marathon. I am struck by the idea of this new normal because I was just looking back at some of my very first blog entries. So excited to discover that there were trail races, with several organizations. It opened up a new world out on the trails, actual adventures. I was downright giddy. I forgot about all of that excitement... because it all seems so normal to me now.
I suppose we spend more time looking forward than back. I now ask myself "How far can I run?" "What are my limits?"
That's pretty exciting.