So I read this post, forwarded by my fabulous sister, who ran 5.5 miles yesterday. On the treadmill. Without stopping. Can I get an, “Amen”?
It got me thinking (the post, not the sisterly jogging, but really, Colleen – you rock! Out loud. And in full color. Technicolor, even.). The worst part of this marathon for me (because you were REALLY hoping to hear MORE negativity, weren’t you?) is the anticipation.
• What to wear?
• What to eat (before, during and after)?
• How to stretch?
• Will my watch crap out on me?
• (Speaking of crapping out – oh no, I’ve gone there – I’ll stop now – but you get the hint – just another pre-run concern)
• What time to wake up?
• What will the weather be?
• Ball cap or ski cap?
• Gatorade or water?
• Gu or beans?
• Where (oh WHERE) to apply the Body Glide?
And the list goes on.
The good news? Once I get there, to the suburban training center where the Miles for Miracles team meets – just before 8am, every Saturday morning – I’m fine. The anxiety shifts to excitement and with the very first step, the mission has begun. Game ON, marathon!
As the steps become strides and the strides take shape into miles, the conversation with fellow runners flows, the previously awkward sneakers become just an extension of my legs, and snacking mid-run becomes a silly, fun, can-I-squirt-the-Gu-at-just-the-right-angle-so-to-spare-my-shirt game.
And the run becomes one step closer to the finish line – and $5,350 for Children’s Hospital.