It is so hard to stick with things. I get bogged down by details and easily distracted by my ever-changing obsessions and before I know it it has been 6 months and where am I? Right back at the beginning.
Well.... not quite. I went out and bought myself, or rather, my son, a jogging stroller off craigslist late this summer. And Zane and I have been jutting around town in it every so often. For a while this summer I was pretty consistent. For a while meaning about a week.....
And without hardly any training I ran the Detroit Free Press Marathon in a relay team. I took two of the five legs of the race, a total of 7.4 miles, because in a near constant twist of fate, our babysitter cancelled on us so my husband couldn't do his portion of the race with us.
The weeks leading up to the race, I was ever the slacker. And so those weeks were also weeks of building stress. In the final days leading up to it, I managed to subdue that doubtful little demon that haunts me, and convinced myself in a fit of false bravado and confidence, that this would be a piece of cake. I just kept repeating over and over, I can do this, I can do this, it is a mother-flocking piece of yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
And you know what, that is exactly what it was. It was the smoothest 7.4 miles I have ever run, with the exception of the first 7.4 miles I ran during the 2008 Freep Full Marathon I ran last year, after months of preparation. This time, I nearly sailed the remaining distance of the race, never stopping at all, never waning, flying past the poor souls who were running their LAST 7.4 of the 26.2 miles they had committed to. Even though I knew how these flailing extremists felt because I had been there, done that, and I knew that the only reason that I could pass them with such vigor was because they had already run 18.8 miles when I had just started, fresh and relaxed, I still felt amazing. I NEVER pass people. And here I was, smoking people right and left. I attribute this feeling of accomplishment, as well as my mental preparation, for running and finishing so strongly.
Our relay team, Team Totally Rad!, finished in about 5h30m. A Marathon finishing time I dream of. And after passing the finish line and meeting up with my friends, I felt like I could have gone the whole way, at least in spirit. My legs prolly would have fallen off sooner rather than later.
Why can't I run that way every day, I wondered? My usual 3-5 mile loops are usually some kind of torture, every step heavy, the universe tugging me in the opposite direction.....
I've come to the determination that running, as with any major lifestyle commitment, is more mind over matter than anything else. At least until it is ingrained in you, like breathing or eating or reading. It takes all the false motivation and bravado you can muster, the forced smile of fortitude that you force yourself to feel, the re-enforcement of positive thoughts towards the direction you want to go. All it is is that you have to fake it until you can force your mind to believe that it is real. And then THAT becomes your reality.
And so here I am, once again recommitting to something that I want very badly. I refuse to be distracted anymore with things that are meaningless to me. I am a runner. I am a runner. I am a runner. At least, that is what I tell myself.
I think I'll go run now.
a night to remember
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