When I make up my mind to do something. I do it all out.
Over the weekend I ran the Joe Kleinerman 10K in Central Park. The first race of the 9 +1 (9 New York Road Runner-sponsored road races and 1 volunteering credit) needed to gain automatic entry into the NYC Marathon.
I’ve done this before so it’s not new, but I never thought I’d be doing it again.
After I crossed the NYC Marathon finish line in 2008, I had already decided it would be my last time. Not because it wasn’t fun or thrilling. It was that and so much more.
But I’d trained alone and given up a huge chunk of my social life. I had no interest in doing it again.
When David told me he wanted to run the NYC Marathon and I explained how to get guaranteed entry, his eyes lit up and he gave me *that* “you’re going to do it with me, aren’t you?” look.
How could I refuse?
So that’s the plan (at least for now). Ironically, David was too sick to run the 10K on Saturday so I trekked to Central Park alone to represent. May I add that the haul from downtown Manhattan to the Upper East Side is tough on a Saturday morning in 20 degree weather? No wonder I don’t do it more often!
While I ran, I had plenty of time to think. I thought about running, mostly. About the Shape.com article I had read the day before featuring fit women who don’t run. I wondered where I’d be, who I’d be were I not a runner.
I don’t know, but this is what I do know:
This has always been my running mantra: “The longer I run, the smaller the problems become” I saw it in Runner’s World Magazine eight years ago, tore it out and hung it up. It’s still hanging.
Running has made me physically and mentally strong, it has carried me through some of the most difficult times in my life.
I started running in college. It was random. I didn’t think about it too much, no couch to 5K or online research. Nobody even blogged about it then. There were no blogs. It just felt like something I should do, so I did. Thank God.
I love running alone. Me, the road, my music and my thoughts.
Running is where I find my inspiration for almost everything I do. It’s also where I work out most of my problems.
I used to fear the bad runs, now I know they also make me stronger. This is a recent revelation.
I’ve never run to race. I only run to run.
I hope I’m still running when I’m 85.
When I took a running hiatus earlier last year I cried a lot because I didn’t know if I would find my way back. As I ran on Saturday, I reflected back on that hiatus and everything I’ve just listed above.
I wondered why I ever doubted my return.
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