Awhile ago, I posted about signing up for my first ever road race – a 10k on May 29th. Two months into my training, I’ve learned a few very interesting things about running, and about myself.
I have always loved running. The better I get at it, the more freeing I find it. There is something beautiful about throwing on a pair of shoes and taking off. Running a very fluid activity (except on the days where I feel like a refrigerator with feet) and I find it very freeing. I can ‘run’ away from the stress, the confusion, the strain, and the burden of my day, and onto a path that has only the directions and timelines that I choose.
I’m also discovering that running is one of the few things I find unbelievably challenging and unspeakably rewarding at the same time. Almost every time I go for a run, something goes squirrely. My knees hurt a bit, my hips are tight, my lungs act up, or I get a stitch. And I think – oh, hell. Can’t I just have a run?! Please!! But I push it out, one way or another, and I always end up having a great run. What a feeling of accomplishment! I am learning where my boundaries are, but more importantly, where they are not.
I think the most important thing that I’ve learned so far, is how much I love to run with a friend. My sister, who is an incredible runner and athlete, and whom I’m proud to call my friend, is helping me train. Once a week we get together and we run. Hills, neighborhoods, stairs, river banks – we just go. On today’s run, we saw a horned owl in a tree and stopped running, right there on the spot, for about three minutes. We stood together watching the owl, while the owl watched us. It was beautiful. And it was one of the best parts of my day.
To sum up, two months into running – it’s a beautiful thing. I love the way it feels to pound my feet into the pavement. I love the way I feel when I’ve run a distance I’ve never achieved before or a pace I thought was impossible a few weeks ago.
And most of all, I just love to run. Completely. Simply. I enjoy the beauty of a run.