Tuesday, October 21, 2008
We finished the race, which was really all we could ask for on a ninety-degree day in Chicago, especially since I forgot my bib number at home when we left for the race. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for racing downtown and navigating the mobs of runners to find me by the starting line. You saved the day (as always).
The first half of the race went really well. 14 miles. Solid. 10-minute mile pace. Jon and I counted all of our friends and family spotted on the sidelines. Over 30! Thanks so much to everyone who came out. It was so much easier to run when we heard and saw you on the sidelines.
Then, about mile 16, things went a bit awry. It got hot, and whereas the first third of the race course wound through the northside neighborhoods (where streets are shaded by buildings and even a few trees), the west and south sides were brutal. No thanks to the marathon for running out of bananas at the refueling stations. I really think there is something unfair about allowing all the good runners to eat them up just before the rest of us get there.
But I have to be honest, it was Team World Vision--the runners and fans--that got us through. As he "ran" through the industrial district on the southwest side (miles 18 and 19), seeing fans in Team World Vision tshirts, cheering for us as loud as they could kept us going. We also ran into a friend of mine (also running for TWV), which was really an immeasurable lift. So thanks to Team World Vision for bringing people together, giving them something to connect through.
And finally, thanks to all of you. For following along, for making donations, for coming out to the race, for prayer.
What an awesome experience. I think everyone should try it (once).
Monday, September 8, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
You can read that in two ways: (1) 13 miles is pretty good since, at the beginning of the summer, we could run about 3! or (2) 13 miles is only HALF of what we're training to run.
But that's all beside the point because last weekend it wasn't the distance of the run that made an impression on me, but the amount of time that it took. It was really a great run...the weather was absolutely perfect, my legs felt great, I had caffeinated Jelly Beans to keep me going...Jon and I ran at a 10-minute-mile pace, which is pretty good I think. Still, in total, the run took about 2:15 hours. That's a long time to just run.
And it got me thinking because we're only half way through training and the runs are only going to get longer....But it got me thinking about what I'm doing in that time besides just running. Writing? Thinking? Observing? Praying?
For the past three days, I've been a little bit sick (no big deal really...sore throat, some stomach aches, headache here and there, general fatigue). But I think the sickness is my body's way of telling me slow down. With a 40-hour work week (and additional evening work events), studying for the GRE, frequent weekend trips up to Michigan, and starting to fill out applications for law school and spring internships (not to mention marathon training), I have forgotten to rest, to breathe, to take a minute to slow down and look at life instead of rushing through it.
So I'm thankful for running in kind of a peculiar way. For forcing me to take 2 hours to write, to think, to observe, and to pray. For making me finally slow down.
Monday, August 4, 2008
I guess it's to be expected 8 weeks into the training season (1 week from halfway)...
Jon and I ran our second 10-miler this weekend. The longest distance I've run in training (I missed the 12-miler due to a bone bruise in my foot a few weeks ago). The first 10-miler went pretty well. The weather was beautiful, I remembered to drink water, my pace was consistent, the sermon I listened to on my pod was inspiring...yes, the first one was good.
Not so the case with the second.
I'm not sure exactly why. Time out because of an injury...lack of sleep...serious dehydration...96 degree weather. Maybe all those things. Maybe none. Maybe it was just an emotional wall. Either way, this weekend's long run was probably the worst-feeling run of my entire life.
And for the first time really in this whole training season, I felt very discouraged. The thought of more miles after those ten (probably 4 of which were essentially walked) was terrifyingly daunting. A marathon...impossible.
I have this quote (see picture) tacked to the bulletin board on my desk above my training schedule, and it struck me as particularly relevant today as I logged Sunday's disappointing pace. It's important for me to remember that this whole training thing may not be comfortable or enjoyable all the time. It's not always going to feel good. The weather won't always be sunny. My body won't always be healthy. My heart and mind won't always be inspired.
But oh, what a feast.