The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step
Or, in my case, the journey of 26.2 miles.
Every year, twice a year, once in mid-April and again in early November, I feel the pull. The gravitational waves of the marathon hit me, remind me, call me. This past weekend was no different. Though I was away from Boston visiting family, I still saw the feed of marathon photos on Facebook, reminding me that I have been away too long.
It’s been three years since I’ve run a marathon of any kind, full or ultra…and I miss it. Yes, I miss the crossing of the finish line, but I also miss the training – the sweat, the pain, the flow, the highs, the lows…there is something about running, about marathon training in particular, that is meditative…an almost zen-like journey of self-discovery.
Life has little by little nudged me away from running and I don’t like it. So today I took a proverbial first step of what I hope will be my journey back to 26.2 miles…I ordered a fresh pair of running shoes, the newest iteration of my favorite running shoe; the one that took me to my 3 fastest marathon times. They arrive tomorrow, just in time for a weekend run.
I hesitate to call it a comeback…it’s still early and I’ve had a few false starts over the years, but maybe if I start writing about running again, that will help too.
Don’t call it a comeback…not yet anyway.