It happened on the last climb, seven miles into an eight-mile trail run. That elusive whiff of magic, a wave cresting beneath me, tumblers falling into place.
I鈥檝e been running new trails with new people lately, and frankly, they鈥檝e been kicking my butt. Where my runs used to be relatively flat at 3000 feet above sea level, they now start at 5000 feet and often climb 600 to 1600 feet over the course of four to 10 miles. I’m working hard just to keep up, and more than a few times I’ve had to beg off and walk up a steep, rocky, stair-stepping .
But this day, five weeks after my first foray into this new running world, I was able to keep up both the pace and a conversation throughout the run. Facing the final climb of the day鈥攁 half-mile ascent I had walked up a week earlier鈥攎y training buddy offered me the lead, and I kept a steady cadence (if slow pace) as we powered up.
Nearing the top, two women coming down the trail on mountain bikes pulled over to let us pass on the narrow single-track, and I picked it up a bit to get by quickly. My feet flitted across a rough section, I leaped sideways to a solid footplant, pushed off powerfully鈥攁nd suddenly I was flying, accelerating effortlessly, my steps coming smoothly, instinctively.聽I felt like laughing. I did dance.
We maintained the increased rhythm going over the top and down the open slope to the trailhead. The effort returned, but the pace felt right. Back at the trailhead, looking at our GPS splits, I noted that they weren’t as impressive as they felt鈥攂ut that was irrelevant. I was able to do something I couldn’t just a few days ago; I had mastered this trail so that I could now dictate the pace and enjoy the ride.
Moments of mastery like this one keep luring me out, run after run, year after year. They can happen on the road, track, or trail, but I’ve learned that they don’t happen by accident. My little breakthrough was a direct result of the runs where I struggled, of the mornings I woke still sore from new muscles being worked, of days of feeling blah. As Carl Jung said about dealing with problems, “We wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness.”
Mastery, by definition, requires growth. The joy of mastery is the feeling of conquering a challenge that was previously out of reach. Not reaching will keep you out of the darkness, but also precludes the magic that waits on the other side.
In psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi鈥檚聽聽construct, low skill meeting low challenge results only in apathy. The emotion is, 鈥淵ea, I can do this, but even I don鈥檛 care.鈥
It requires building and using a skill鈥攇etting better鈥攂efore we can face a challenge that would have previously overwhelmed us and say, 鈥淚鈥檝e got this.鈥 The full immersion of Flow is rare鈥攆leeting moments where high skill meets high challenge and our bodies and minds are stretched to their limits in total focus鈥攂ut we can often experience the enjoyment of doing something we couldn鈥檛 do a few weeks or months ago.
As runners, we can get this feeling regardless of our ability. Fast is relative, but fast-er is universal. An added plus, runners never arrive at the top. If we had to stay at the same challenge level when our bodies got fitter, we’d quickly get bored. But running enables us to raise the bar at any time, be it going farther, getting faster, or tackling new terrain. Mastery entices us to look higher, which inspires work, which leads to new skills. And as we spiral upward in skill, each new level of mastery provides a new sense of satisfaction.
鈥淚f you do anything well, it becomes enjoyable,鈥 Csikszentmihalyi wrote. Or, as five-time Olympian Abdi Abdirahman said when we , 鈥淚 love running. I鈥檓 good at it.鈥
Abdi is indeed good at it, and in comparison, it feels absurd to say I am too. But when I float up a steep hill on a rocky trail and fly effortlessly down the back side, I feel good at it鈥攁nd that amazing feeling makes it a good day. After 45 years of running, that moment of mastery still inspires me to want more. You never know when a touch of magic is right around the corner.
