HeyJaredMax Auer
About the power of mental skills, small moments in a trail runners life and the craziness of creativity.
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You Don’t Have To Love Running (opens the original)
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I don’t love running right now. If it were a Facebook relationship status in the 2010s, it would be set to “it’s complicated” (remind me – why did that ever exist?). Sometime in the past two years the magic disappeared. I know how running feels when it’s great. It feels surprisingly easy. Effortless even. If I remind myself of my best runs, it’s shocking how little it has to do with the actual running, but rather with the absence of it. It’s just having no thought whatsoever. Empty brain in moti
Hey, random question: Do you train what you think? (opens the original)
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No? Perfect - stick around.Your subconscious handles a million things at once. And it runs on its own. You can’t sit down and take control of the whole thing.But you can pull single pieces of it into the light.Reading this on your phone? How does it feel in your hand? Is it heavy? Is it comfortable to hold? You see what I’m saying? Suddenly you feel your phone. A thing you didn’t feel a second ago.You can also do the same exercise with directing your attention to how you sit or stand.You just to
Rediscovering My Grain (opens the original)
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I opened the gate with a faint squeaky noise. Overlapping bells rang in the distance. At least a dozen. It was hot. Slight uphill. Enough to increase my effort into the moderate zone. As the gate closed behind me due to the gradient of the hill I saw a bunch of tiny horny silhouettes sitting against the bright blue sky underneath the two lonely trees on the hilltop. A tiny spec of shade. As I was passing the bundle of goats I reached the crest of the hill and the view over the valley was opening
Field Notes: Am I Broken? (opens the original)
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Steady. I take deep, relaxed breaths. My eyes are locked a few meters ahead. Focused on keeping my steps as even as possible up this root-covered trail. I check in — this feels easy and relaxed — perfect. Keep that rhythm.Forty-five minutes later I reach the top. My legs feel it. The view opens up. I take it all in.I love this sport. And I’m starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. The past two years didn’t look like how I imagine living this sport. I know deep down I have to make a change. I feel an
Training From a Distorted Reality (opens the original)
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When I close my eyes and think about the runner I am, I see a certain picture.I see the highlights. The memorable runs with friends. The big weeks. The epic long runs. The version of me who could stack hours, climbs, and effort, and come out of it feeling strong and empowered.But when I look at my training log from the past two years, the picture is different.There are phases where I was only on the bike. Breaks from running because of two and a half broken wrists — half, because one turned out
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