Day 88 = Running + Running

I am proof that you do not have to look like a runner to be one. In 2001, I lived about 8 miles from a beach, and I remember the first time I took a run there. I could barely get through one minute without stopping. But over time, I started identifying landmarks to run to that were farther away from the last one, and I increased my endurance. I started to enter 5k fun runs and began my collection of t-shirts. In 2006, I trained myself in 3 months to run my first half marathon (13.1 miles). The following year, I ran two half marathons (with better times) and my first marathon. I've had setbacks along the way (injury, demotivation, lack of focus), but I always come back to running. I've run to de-stress, and I've run for beer.

And the thing is, I’m not built like a runner. I’m not a fast runner. I’m not even really a disciplined runner. But somehow, I’m addicted. I like how it makes me feel after a race or a run. I like how it’s up to me to improve and that I’m in control of it. I like that it’s accessible and that I can really see the results and effects of running. I like the solitude and being with my thoughts when I run. I like being able to understand and listen to my body. I like that I am part of a really exclusive group of people in the world who have run a marathon distance, let alone have an inkling of motivation to do it.

Tonight I ran on Day 88. Now I can run miles without even realizing how long I've been out. I know my limits. I know the first 3 miles are the toughest and the next 15 are easy. I know my left toes start hurting after about 4 miles and I silently remind myself to get a cortisone shot from my podiatrist, who I have on speed dial. I know when my shoes need to be replaced. I know what kind of socks to not wear. I know that 1,871 songs is not enough to get through a marathon.

I just wanted to write a little tribute to running and what it means to me. It has saved me. I can't remember what it feels like to not be happy because running is the best therapy ever. The photos are of me and Danny, my college roommate's (Lisa) husband who ran me in the last 6 miles of the Dallas Marathon in 2007. He ran the same marathon last December. God bless him!