|PAP marathon training|
The path here in Texas is smooth; no rubble to dodge. The sights are mainly beautiful. The friendly exchanges are numerous. The air is clean. Running in Texas is without all the drama and unexpected bizarre mishaps. It could even be described as peaceful.
I have come to count on my run as my processing time and a large portion of my prayer time. Going for a run restores me and acts as a physical, emotional, and spiritual reset button in my life. The gifts of running don't stop there. Running has been especially important this summer and fall because I've had so much to process. While most of this break in the USA has been restorative, some things have been painful. I typically cry while I run, pray while I run, and listen to worship music while I run.
One of the better benefits of running has been its ability to knock the pride right out of me. I know there is nothing bad about that. The reasons my ego gets crushed on a run are numerous...
- I have hideous form.
- When I am tired my arms do the totally wrong thing.
- I am slow - I am only getting slower each year.
- I have flat feet and chronic trouble with keeping my hips in alignment. My body is totally uncooperative with distance running.
- I could work with the best trainer on earth and never run a 4 hour marathon.
Crazy? No. True.
As an aside, I will say that I recently learned that Simon & Garfunkel's, Scarborough Fair, is not the best motivator when trying to run a quickly paced mile or two. Also, excessive sweat on the dial of an ipod makes it impossible to turn the song forward. After Scarborough Fair comes Sounds of Silence; which incidentally is also a very bad running song. If my husband was not such an odd specimen with his 1966 folk musical selections on my ipod, I'd probably be a much faster runner.
(You can ask Troy why Simon & Garfunkel are some of music's most important artists of all time and why I don't know anything about anything.)
Because running has been such an important part of my life for more than six years now, the phone call I received on our trek from MN back to TX in August nearly made me wet my pants. (Could have been the excitement, could have been the four cups of coffee and the 20 hour car ride.) On the other end of the phone was a woman at Runner's World magazine informing me I'd been nominated and chosen to be in their December 2010 issue. I realize that 98% of the world has no idea that this magazine exists, making this post such an anti-climactic thing for you. Suffice it to say it was quite the opposite for me. I can't really explain it ... It would be like an average to below average quilter getting their quilt in an issue of the always popular, 'Quilting Quarterly' magazine - or something much more exciting than that.
In September they interviewed and came and did this crazy photo shoot with lights and fancy equipment and all our kids were in some shots. The whole experience was highly entertaining and slightly nerve-wrecking. Something about standing on the running path with my gear on while watching amazing athletes fly by at the speed of light (staring at us with curiosity) and the irony that my lard-butt would make the magazine while their speedy-butts never will ... I would find that slightly annoying if I were them.
Sorry fast runners. Haiti is in the news this year.