Something’s happened over the past week. A shift, if you will. It’s all me, an internal thing. But it’s real, and I wanted to share it with you. The marathon feels more real today. More tangible. Today’s supposed to be a quiet day training wise. I almost wish it were race day instead. I’m ready. Let’s do this.
Part of it is just temporal proximity. I first started thinking about running the Boston Marathon over nine months ago. I went for my first training walk in April, my first run in May. On September 17 of last year, I was accepted as a member of Team In Training with The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. That was a serious milestone, but that was over four months ago. A lot has happened since then!
Part of it is how far I’ve come. I just looked at my training log, and I’ve moved this body over 900 miles. Some walking, especially at the beginning, but most of it running. A lot of it pushing to the point of pain. Pushing past it. Getting to know my body. Saying good bye to 30 pounds. Changing. Growing. Getting stronger and faster. 900 miles in 9 months. 360 miles to go until Marathon Monday. Wow!
Part of it has to do with the races I will run before Boston. I have five races scheduled between now and then… and only 85 days to do it. A five mile run next Sunday, then a ten miler, a half marathon, and a couple of 5Ks. Oh, and don’t forget the Spring Into Fitness Challenge. Tune up runs. My wife is so tolerant… all this running involves a lot of time away from the house. Race days I’m gone anywhere from four to six hours. On Saturday mornings, I get up at 5:00 in the morning to go to the team run, and don’t get back home until about 1:00 in the afternoon… and as those runs get longer, that will only get later. Even now I’m pretty much worthless on a Saturday afternoon… too tired to do much of anything… and from here on out, my shortest Saturday run will be a half marathon.
Part of it was finally connecting with the Knaupp family. If you’ve read my Mission page, you know who they are. You’ll also understand why I’ll not say more about it, other than to say I’m sorry I waited this long to reach out to them, and I am very grateful for their support.
Part of it was finally running Heartbreak Hill yesterday. I know a lot of race courses have adopted the name, but Boston had it first. This is THE hill. Yes, it’s only 88 feet of elevation change, but at mile twenty, when there’s so little left in the tank, it has broken many a heart on race day. I’m lucky to be training on the course; I’ll get the opportunity to run Heartbreak at least six or eight more times before the marathon.
And last, it was turning in the official paperwork that will finalize my participation in the marathon (photo, above). There’s this moment at the end of January where if you feel like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew, you can quietly, gracefully back out. But if you know me at all, you know that isn’t happening. Of course I’m in.
I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Peace to you,