It is a funny thing. When I am running, I can actually come up with some really wonderful stuff to reflect on but when I get back home, the excitement of committing any of it to “paper” is gone.
I think this will be the year that I actually keep this blog going.
Last year I ran a disastrous Hood to Coast (heat exhaustion) and then recently entered the lottery for the New York City marathon. I’m running in the Yellowstone half marathon in June which was a total mistake. I have absolute brain fade and mixed it up for a Yosemite half marathon.
Trail running is now high on my priority list. I did book the hotel for the half for my good friend and I so that is taken care of.
But in each of these new races, I have a new outlook on running. I am going to run them to have fun, I will not be racing them anymore. Pushing myself to hit certain times or even place can squeeze the fun out of any run for me. When just running for fun, I am definitely slower but so much more enjoyable and I don’t have to really prove anything to anyone.
What we would be without our friends, our partners in crime, our soul sisters, our solemates, our running buddies and our lifelong squeezeamundos?
We pull each other into adventures, missteps and journeys we will never forget.
This year, my very best friend ran the Tinkerbell Half Marathon and Pixie Dust challenge. I joined her for the second run, the Tinkerbell half marathon. I would have never thought to run such a race if it hadn’t been for her. Friends always challenge us in good ways and I will always cherish them for that.
Before my friend became a runner, she was always my cheerleader and my advocate. I’m so pleased now that we both share the love of running.
Next week I head off to my fourth Hood to Coast relay and I wish my friend was joining me but I am lucky to count friends I will be running again with.
So off to another adventure and a future blog about the Hood to Coast 2016. Like I say every year, this will be my last one, but I’m sure that this will be my last one. 17 miles, no sleep, crammed in a van, having to use porta potties, and I simply get cranky. And this year after turning 55, I think that this is one for the archives.#HoodtoCoast
I have just finished reading In the dark, dark wood by Ruth Ware. Her protagonist , Nora, is a runner. Nora talks about why she runs – to hammer out problems, to escape the claustrophobic feelings four walls can bring and to make problems fade into the background.
I know that I feel better after running. Problems disappear with the sound of my feet hitting the ground.
But more importantly, I run because I can. I can run 12 miles without a thought. I can sprint a 5K at a 7:30 pace (okay, I will flop over afterwards). But after never being an athletic child or adult, I am now.