It's Pointless

There's something to be said (or there should be something said - so I'll say it now) for giving ourselves total dedication and commitment to a pointless endeavor. For me it's ultra running and more specifically it's the Catoctin 50k - at least for now. It's not that pointless has no meaning - in fact it can and should have great personal meaning. But the world won't change by my running CAT. In fact problably less than a dozen people will even know or care that I do - it's pointless - but it means quite a lot to me right now and I would imagine that in reflection it will mean a great deal still. It's a quest and to give oneself to a pointless endeavor is to tilt a lance at our own imaginary windmill and charge through with a sense of dignity, humor and the dedication of someone larger then mudane surroundings. Ultra runners (as well as others who partake in pointless arts) are Don Quixotes of the modern age - and we are honored to be part of such a fine tradtion. In the end though each and every quest is personal and maybe after all that is the point? By the end of my training and the race itself I will have committed to the single point of completing a task that brings me peace, happiness and a sense of purpose and wellbeing - and as no man (or ultra running woman) is an island - those who brush in even casual aquantince with my endeavor - will sense that they too are part of something far larger that calls to them in dreams both night and day - and perhaps they too will give themselves a time for their fulfillment. So maybe the world will change if just a little. 

Peace,
Eric