after 50 with my running partner John
I remember the day I signed up for my first 10k and half marathon, still on a high from crawling through my first 5k the month before. I posted the half marathon confirmation slip on my bedroom door and circled the date and distance. “Why would anyone ever want to run that far?” I thought. I remembered that it was 13 miles from my dad’s house to Publix… and I couldn’t believe I would run that far.
The next few years were filled with realizing goals and checking them off my list. I climbed to full marathons, 50k ultras and Ironman distance triathlons. I wondered how far I could go so I kept going. It gave me something to do, but it also made me a better person. Besides all that time to think, running has taught me about discipline, commitment and pushing through even when it isn’t fun at the moment.
And yesterday I ran 50 miles. Fifty hilly, dirty, long miles. The journey to that finish line was by far more a personal achievement and mental challenge than a physical goal. It took training for and starting three 50 mile races, but only yesterday did I find that chunk of strength and determination deep inside that I needed. Yesterday was about friendship, meditation, relating with others and committing to the finish line despite the thousand reasons to stop running.
Full recap tomorrow.
“Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself.”