Half Marathons ..

Back in February, I was preparing for my 2nd Half Marathon. I wrote something that expressed my thoughts at that time ….

So I’m thinking again this morning about how I got myself into racinga half marathon. To some, 13.1 miles is not a big deal. To others, it’s a daunting task. 13.1 miles … 21.1 kilometres. That’s no small feat. Who wants to get out there early in the morning, work through pre-race nerves, making sure that you’ve eaten enough, get the right gear on, make sure your laces aren’t too tight, make sure your laces aren’t too loose, get your legs warmed up .. the whole process of it all. Your mental checklist. Then the race starts and that’s a solid 70 mins for some but a good 2-1/2 hours for others of foot-to-pavement pounding. For me, I’ll be somewhere in the middle .. in the middle of the foot pounding, in the middle of the other 2,000 runners in the crowd .. maneuvering through it all .. trying to get in front of the next guy and not letting the guy behind you pass. And after it’s all over, you rest, you complain, you hurt. And sometimes you hurt for days afterwards, which robs you of those enjoyable training runs that led you up to this event. But cut through all the blood, sweat, tears, and pain — you’re still smiling on the inside. So why do i do this to myself?

Because I can. Because I will. And because it’s what i DO.

A good friend of mine ran a Half Marathon today and I resent that to him a week before his half. Every time I read it, it reminds me of how I felt .. of what drives me forward .. of what motivates me ..

I know that it did the same thing for him because every time I saw him on that race course, disgusting as the day was with its tropical wind storm blowing and torrential downpour of rain that soaked me to the very core and blew me over a few times, there was a huge smile on his face. He loved every minute of it .. regardless of the pain, the chafing, the cramping .. the fatigue .. even with everything against him, he rose up above it all. It didn’t matter. He had attained his goal. And I was blessed enough to witness it. So, thank you, Paul, for letting me be a part of that amazing experience.

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