happy tuesday morning. happy marathon training.
haven’t run in weeks, but I should probably start training for this whole marathon thing, shouldn’t I?
if you don’t have answers to your problems after a four-hour run, you ain’t getting them.
christopher mcdougall | born to run
this book has been carried everywhere I’ve been — all over the city, to the beach, hospitals and tracks and office buildings, on the bus ride to visit my parents — since it was recommended to me a few months ago. the first few chapters were so perfect that I’ve refused to finish it. I read tiny pieces every once in a while, whenever I find myself needing inspiration. just absolute perfection. if you haven’t read it, you should. trust me.
I was scheduled to run an ill-advised 13.1 miles in dc on sunday.
earlier in the week, I’d been told that my knee hasn’t been functioning properly because I dislocated my kneecap about three weeks ago.
but it wasn’t going to get worse. and it didn’t have to stop me from running.
so I switched from running to strengthening and hoped that would make up for my lack of proper training.
and I prepared my mind for the possibility that I would have to walk thirteen miles. I spent friday in a state of suspended disbelief about the run. I had no idea what I could do, what my body would do, what my brain would let me do.
saturday night, I met up with friends for greek tapas and a glass of wine. when the night ended at 2:45am, after one glass of wine [and five glasses of champagne], I remained unconcerned — if I couldn’t run, I was going to enjoy the city and friends I haven’t seen in a year and a particularly adorable navy boy.
I was completely wrong about my body and my mind and myself — I shouldn’t have questioned what I could do. I did not walk thirteen miles. my knee somehow felt better as the run went on, and it has almost completely stopped hurting.
the running was intentionally slow. there were two of us, and neither was willing to leave the other behind. and I certainly babied my left leg. but I walked away knowing that I could have run faster and farther. I can easily run better.
and I walked away looking forward to the brooklyn half.
now today, as I’m checking my nyrr account, listening to here comes the hotstepper, and contemplating my next few months, I’m thinking, can I run three marathons this fall?
I’ll be at chicago (10/13).
[two weeks later]
I’ll be at mcm (10/27).
can I do new york city (11/3)
[one week later]?
today I went to nyu sports med to have my knee checked out.
within the first five questions, the receptionist asked if I was single. then she took my picture.
so I’m pretty sure they’re running a dating service on the side.
there is a boy
still asleep in my bed
so I am going
[that’s a little poem I just wrote.]