Sunday was my birthday! I wanted to do a half marathon (actually a full marathon), but I’ve chosen to listen to the signals of what my body is saying. This had lead me to be for the most part vegan and to run up to fifteen miles for fun. Being able to run 13 miles just happened over the course of the last couple years. I started running one mile, then walking the other mile back. Just by doing this over and over (and over and over) again, I was eventually to go a little bit further and further (and further and further).
Even though I haven’t
trained over the last month, I knew I could do the 13 mile run if I wished.
However, I had to be true to myself and say “you have barely run the last
month…do the 7 mile run”, so I did.
The running club from
my university was there and I made some (very small) small talk. They asked if
I wanted to do the warm up with them, I politely declined. Which turned out to
be a great decision because they ended up doing sprints. Hahahah that is not
how I wanted to make my first impression with twenty new people I would be
seeing for the next year. Plus, I concluded I only had a set amount of Running
Energy and I needed all of it to do the 7 miles.
So while they
sprinted, I did some weird looking Tai Chi moves. Which was fine, because the
guy next to me was doing some horrifying looking “stretches” , one where he was
violently flopping his torso from side to side. Big thanks to Danny Dreyer and
his workshop for showing me a different approach to running and fitness.
As the time approached
10:30 everyone started crowding the line. I hung out in the back next to the
floppy guy. Unlike my first half marathon in Hartford, everyone counted down
10..9..8..7..6…5..4…3…2…1..Los! (Go!) rather than the gun shot. The countdown
was very cute (and inexpensive I guess) because when was the last time you
counted down (kindergarten)??
For the first 50 minutes
I was the last person. I knew this, because the volunteer bicyclist
who kept track were hot on my heels haha. Perhaps, I would have run even slower
if they weren’t. My goal, for now, is not speed. I’ve been taught and have
experienced speed is a byproduct of good form and relaxation.
With only two miles
left I felt a huge release of some kind. I can only illustrate it like this.
When you have coffee or sugar, you get energy. This energy doesn’t last the
whole day, just a set period of time. Then there is energy you feel from really
deep inside of you and it is constant and unwavering. I ‘m not talking about some philosophical
idea of “energy”, but literally energy (Unit:Joules).
Nevertheless, running
fast just happened. And fast I ran. The last miles were up hills (my strength)
and on those hills I was passing other runners left and right. Sometimes I
would pass several at once, others I would see in the distance and slowly close
the gap as I beebopped along. They gave a look of surprise as I sped past them
singing When the Saints Go Marching In hahah.
I know I wrote a lot, so here is a picture of a turtle in my lake for a quick break.
I said I didn’t care
about what time it took (and I didn’t) and I didn’t plan on passing people or
getting competitive. However with 1000 meters left there was a lady in a purple
sweatshirt very, very far away from me that I just had to pass. I really did. And I did. There was no huge finale or
anyone to pat you on the back as you hopped over the finish line sensor (which
recorded your time). Just the cool fact that you ran through the woods on a
brisk Sunday morning.
As I was leaving to
head home, from the list I saw that in the last 15 minutes I passed 41 people.
Those might have been the fastest miles I’ve ever done (my lowest is 6:30).
While I was zipping
along, a spiritual parallel become increasingly evident. It is no mistake that
Paul compares the Christian life, not only as a walk but as a race.
I will explain in
details later. I thought I could finish this (already lengthy post) after I got
home from my first day of classes…but I think I’m too tired. When I got home I
almost washed my hands with toothpaste.
