I laced up, and took on some asphalt yesterday. There were memories. There were tears. I thought of my brave friends who ran last year, as well as those who will never run again. I remembered the First Responders, how the USA stood united, and that the brave Boston citizens & runners vowed to run again. I remembered that we are stronger together, and that love always wins. I am not the fastest runner, and will probably never qualify to run the Boston Marathon. However, I vow to keep running, and sharing love.
Happy Monday, my loves!
I am running ragged today as I have not been able to sit still for more than a few moments. My schedule is chock-full of travel, deadlines,conference calls,practices, you name it…
I am elated to FINALLY have my Peachtree Roadrace bib! Woohoo! I have worked so hard each year to move up to earlier starting waves. This is significant. Why? Because the later you start this race, the more miserable you will be. Trust me. I was surrounded by seasoned runners last year, and they were dropping like flies from the heat. I am grateful that I can at least start the race this year before hellish heat-o-clock (Yes, that is an actual time. If you don’t believe me, just try running in Atlanta, in July, on nothing but asphalt!). Maybe I should just start praying for rain, or a freakish cold front, just to be safe…
It wasn’t that long ago that I thought people who ran for fun were just plain nuts. Who willingly runs down the street without a serial killer chasing after them? What kind of crazy person keeps pushing after they’re bruised, blistered, and breathless? I joined the crazy cool fun of running, and I LOVE IT! I may never place in the top finishers, but I will finish. I may not win a trophy or medal, but I will always wear my race shirt with pride. I love that I can push my body, and tell it that I am the boss. I can defy the odds, and keep going.
Perhaps running isn’t the impossible, crazy dream for you, but there is something in life that you’ve never imagined possible. What if you took a moment to really go for it? Who cares if it seems crazy at first…what will it hurt to try? I love living fearlessly. The world is so much more beautiful this way. I know that you have dream. Why not take the steps to pursue it today? If your dream just happens to include a race, I just might join you!
Until next time,
Happy National Running Day!
I will celebrate by attempting to not injure myself this week. Seriously. I should start a support group for klutzes who run. We could call ourselves the Trips.
As I continue to train, and fret over, the Peachtree, I am reminded of how much of an intense mind game running can be. There are no limits to the body types or shapes of people who run. Sure, there are many lean, chiseled marathoners out there, but there are just as many rounder people pounding the pavement. You may feel intimidated by career runners, but I promise you that if I can do it, you can run, too. It all starts in the mind.
I never imagined that I could ever run a mile, but one day, I did it. One mile became 2, then 3,& before I knew it, I completed my first 10k. I pushed myself. I told my body, the achy knees, sore feet, that I was the boss. I pushed beyond my pain, & kept it moving.
I’d like to invite you to lace up, get up, & push yourself. Tell your body that you’re the boss, & then run.
Until next time,
My original post was taken down. It was only right to do so. I discussed scale victories and trivial restaurant annoyances… My heart is with the Mamavation finalists. I know how hard they’ve worked, and how eager they are to hear the final results. I also talked about plans for my week … None of those mattered after hearing of the cowardly attack in Boston today.
I applaud the First Responders and volunteers. I celebrate the runners, and cherish my friends who participated. I pray for everyone affected.
Tonight I weep, and hold my loved ones tighter.
Tomorrow I will wipe my tears, lace my shoes, and run.
Until next time,