I think this was around mile 10. I don't think I felt as happy as I appear to be.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
14 Mile Training Run
I think this was around mile 10. I don't think I felt as happy as I appear to be.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Why?
so i have been trying to figure out the answer to this question that i am so often asked these days. "why are you running the marathon?" the reason why i haven't written this yet is because i have been unsure of how to answer. i have tried to articulate the reasons why i think i'm running it and i still do not feel that i am adequately able to express it with my words. but here is my best effort:
because on a saturday morning, at 10 am, when the city is just starting to move, i am experiencing a sense of euphoria at having already finished a 10 or 14 or 16 mile run. and i am unable to create that feeling any other way.
because it makes me feel i'm stronger mentally than i am physically. that i have control over my body. that i can push my body to do more than what seems possible or rational or even sane and that i can feel really, really good doing it.
because i love every second of my training. i love the early morning solo runs in the pouring rain, the after work group runs, the after running bloody marys, the unexpected social life, the group of friends that i can talk to about blisters on my toes and arch support or exercise induced headaches, the coaches that push me to run paces i had no idea i was capable of, the network of runners that i know understand exactly what i'm feeling.
because i turned 30.
because i can eat dessert at every meal.
because i love being devoted to something so intensely that it takes over my life for five months.
because i feel complete when i have a goal in my life to work towards and that i know i will accomplish.
because i am more inspired on marathon sunday every year, than i am on any other day and feel like it is something i finally need to do myself.
because why not?
because i love telling people i'm training for the NY marathon.
because i get chills when i picture myself on november first, waiting on the verranzno amongst 38,000 other runners, to prove to myself that i can run 26.2 consecutive miles.
because on a saturday morning, at 10 am, when the city is just starting to move, i am experiencing a sense of euphoria at having already finished a 10 or 14 or 16 mile run. and i am unable to create that feeling any other way.
because it makes me feel i'm stronger mentally than i am physically. that i have control over my body. that i can push my body to do more than what seems possible or rational or even sane and that i can feel really, really good doing it.
because i love every second of my training. i love the early morning solo runs in the pouring rain, the after work group runs, the after running bloody marys, the unexpected social life, the group of friends that i can talk to about blisters on my toes and arch support or exercise induced headaches, the coaches that push me to run paces i had no idea i was capable of, the network of runners that i know understand exactly what i'm feeling.
because i turned 30.
because i can eat dessert at every meal.
because i love being devoted to something so intensely that it takes over my life for five months.
because i feel complete when i have a goal in my life to work towards and that i know i will accomplish.
because i am more inspired on marathon sunday every year, than i am on any other day and feel like it is something i finally need to do myself.
because why not?
because i love telling people i'm training for the NY marathon.
because i get chills when i picture myself on november first, waiting on the verranzno amongst 38,000 other runners, to prove to myself that i can run 26.2 consecutive miles.
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