In the Long Run

Have you ever accomplished something that you had wanted to for a long time, and it's so unbelievable that you can't really process it? Maybe you finally got rid of the Christmas tree from 1987, or maybe you counted the number of licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop. For me, running a marathon occupied a significant place on my bucket list. Specifically, under the "insanely pointless" heading. But isn't that the best kind of goal?

Also, like most pointless things it took far longer than it should have. I had shin splints, a stress fracture, and a bunch of other little injuries over the last five years. Not to mention my stupid brain. The psychological aspect of the running was arguably the hardest part, and a few times I psyched myself out too much. But on Saturday I finally did it. It was harder just doing it myself (it's always easier to run a race with other people), but it was my main resolution I set for this year so I wanted to do it even if I missed the actual registered races for the year. And I'm reasonably pleased with my time of 3:41. I would love to break 3:30 sometime, so we'll see if I have the guts to try for it again. Meanwhile, I'm that much closer to being prepared to die. Wait, what?


Amanda said…
Wow! I'm completely impressed! I know we kid around a lot, but seriously, I'm admiring your guts right now. To run a marathon is one thing, to do it on your own, is on a whole other level. You must be a ninja.

Oh, and we're all closer to dying. Yay?
)en said…
Congratulations! That is a big freaking deal. Double high five. You should probably always wear a shirt that says "I run marathons." I would. Actually... i could... **

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