I’m beginning to think I’ve well and truly lost my mind. I just signed up for my third half marathon of the year….and it’s in one month. My longest run since surgery in June was last Wednesday at 8.13. With chairing the book fair at school, immediately followed by taper week, the longest run I can hope for is 10 miles. Not a prime training cycle. BUT, I get to run with my brother – the one who started me running in the first place.
This isn’t about times, PR’s, winning or placing in age groups. This is about running in a place that holds demons for me. It’s about giving another meaning to a city. It’s about taking away bad meanings, bad memories and replacing them with new.
A couple of months ago, I put a list of “I cans” on my bathroom mirror. One of those I cans is running another half marathon this year. Truthfully, I didn’t think it would happen. I didn’t really have the drive to make it happen. And until last Thursday, I wasn’t going to let it happen. But now I’m registered, and I’m in full training mode. It’s not a convenient race. I will have a drive of 6+ hours home following the race. But I’m already looking forward to the hopefulness of packet pick-up, the excitement and adrenaline of race morning, and the feeling of accomplishment when I cross the finish.