My first pacer, Andy Roth, has always inspired me with his insights about running and life. In particular, his notion of 100-mile races as “secular pilgrimages” has consistently fascinated me and continues to gain traction in my mind as I grow older.
One of the most compelling thinkers Andy and I have discussed while pounding out the miles on the trail is Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (pronounced cheek-sent-me-high-ee). Csikszentmihalyi is most famously known as the architect of the notion of flow; in Csikszentmihalyi’s research he has discovered that humans enter into a flow state when fully absorbed in an activity during which they lose their sense of time, place and often experience overwhelming feelings of satisfaction. Csikszentmihalyi describes flow as “being completely involved in an activity for its own sake. The ego falls away. Time flies. Every action, movement, and thought follows inevitably from the previous one, like playing jazz. Your whole being is involved, and you’re using your skills to the utmost.” Distilled to its essence, flow enables human beings to enter a state of optimal experience.
Obviously, and not surprisingly, this notion of flow is important in athletics and, I would suggest, particularly important in endurance running. In fact, I would argue that the achievement of the flow state is what draws many people to long-distance endurance running in the first place. Call it the “runners high” or endorphins or whatever, regardless of the name, the feeling of being completely absorbed in the act of running is at once alluring, addicting, and empowering.
It is intensely exhausting to stay focused for so long in doing something that is so hard. However, to do something so hard for so long is to truly revel in what is, to many, the ultimate goal of the running endeavor. In the revelation of understanding what it means to enter the flow state the actual event becomes secondary to the basic experience. It’s not a bad metaphor for life, actually.
In 2005 when I finished my 3rd Western States, I distinctly recall finding that place of flow relatively early on in the event (I think around Red Star Ridge – Mile 17) and carrying it with me all through the day. By the time I reached the Green Gate Aid Station (Mile 80) I literally could not wipe the smile off my face and, upon reaching the Highway 49 Aid Station, I was in such a state of flow-induced euphoria that I needed my crew to point out that it was still actually light out and that I had completely dropped my pacer!
I honestly hope everyone enjoys at least one experience like my 2005 Western States once in a lifetime. Not because it’s something to tell your grandkids about but rather because, in the end, it’s what makes pounding out the miles day after day, month after month, year after year, worth it.
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When have you felt flow in running or in other pursuits?