I'm training for a marathon.
You probably know that already.
(I blog about it a lot.)
My last long run was miserable. I wanted to puke a little. I was dehydrated. My knee was sore. I wanted to cry. I almost fell on my face trying to step up a 3-inch curb near the end because I was too tired to lift my foot over it in the first attempt. It was awful. I started wishing for an injury. Then I'd have an easy "out" and would be able to bail on running the whole 26.2 miles (even if Amber, Dyana, Kirk and Blair would have been disappointed). Anyway, I digress...
Tomorrow is another long run. But instead of attempting this one on my own, I called my local, ultra-marathon running friends. They're crazy because a "short" run is about 2 hours. They seemed the perfect people to call when I needed motivation to run for about 3 hours. Three hours with two crazy ladies. Should be fun.
I couldn't do this on my own. OK, well, I could, but it wouldn't be as fun. I'd get miserable and tired and sore, and there'd be no one to show me how to keep going when the going gets tough. Without them, I wouldn't have people with whom to chat and pass the time. And without them, there'll be no one to tell me that it'll be OK when I'm not sure it will be.
Life is a lot like that. We need people. We need friends. We need community. It's just better that way.
1 comments:
I was just encouraging a friend to get back into running. And his observation was "but Cleide, you have a group of people running with you to make it fun". And that is so true. My running buddies don't let me get out of running when we're seriously training for a race. As I was ready to bail, my friends did everything but twist my arm. So on Sunday, we'll be running, walking, talking, dragging, taking random pictures and having a blast. So have your own little running party with your ultramarathon friends... its those memories made in the 'suffering' together that makes the experience of training so much more flavourful.
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