Old Plan and still current plan: Boston in three weeks!22 miler, last long run is done. Finished. Accomplished.
New Plan: Scariest plan ever, a 50 miler is on the calendar for three weeks after Boston. 50 lucious miles chasing my husband through the Cleveland National Forest all day and possibly, into the night.
How I got to the point of actually signing up for the event was pretty miraculous and definitely unexpected. Six months ago I was injured and not even imagining a 10 mile run in my future but the body is a miraculous machine. The heart is even MORE INCREDIBLE and the brain? Well, it's just mushy and on some days is very low functioning.
I put no thought into signing up for this race. One day, about a week ago, I was running home from a lonely group run on a Saturday morning. I was basically jogging and was left in the dust by a group. I felt sorry and saggy for myself and decided that BOSTON PLANS weren't enough. I needed to set my goals and dreams a little higher. Who knows how many races and runs I have left in this body of mine. Hopefully, oodles but one never knows. None of us know really. So, I realized that if I could even get into the "said 50 miler," that would mean it was something I SHOULD DO.
Truth be told, and this is SO SAD and totally true, while I was feeling sorry and saggy for myself, I was running right by a local memorial of a fellow teacher in our district who took her life in front of the train about two miles from our house last month. It was such a tragic story and during 6 runs, I ran right past this point. Some days I was petrified and sullen. Other days, I was just heavy hearted and the last time I ran by, some loved ones were visiting the site along the tracks and leaving flowers.
The loss of this Dear Soul was dark and hard to bare but that one Saturday, I found myself inspired to continue my life MORE positively and with a bigger heart for the ones I love, strangers, my kindergarteners, my neighbors and just anyone I encounter along my path. I felt spurred to make some bigger goals and let my heart and passions speak before my brain registers what's going on. The brain can be a dangerous thing if we don't let our hearts reign.
Tah-dah...that's how the 50 miler became a reality. Interestingly, I didn't get in to the race when I got home because it was CLOSED. Not one to listen, I told BS of my plans and being the MAN he is, he pulled some strings. Cause that's just what BIG MEN do.
So let the POSITIVITY, DREAMING BIG ADVENTURES BEGIN!
I hope as you read this, you are inspired to try some new dreams and also inspire those around you with the best of words, thoughts and support...
"YOU CAN DO THIS!"
"YOU ARE STRONG!"
"I'M HERE FOR YOU!"
"HOW CAN I HELP YOU MAKE THIS A REALITY?"
I can't help but think that my fellow teacher might have needed some BIG support in some way. Let's all try to be there for our fellow humans, in any way we can.
By the way, let me speak to marriage for a minute...
being married for 28 years might seem old hat, boring, same old same old but my BS always surprises me in some way. Thank you BABE for your 100% encouragement in everything I do. You always believe in me.
Runny Happy, Live Large!