Yesterday I had a big run- 26.2 miles! My last long training run. There is something really fulfilling (and a little craaaaazy) about doing a training run that is equal to a marathon. No fans holding signs, no aid stations, just me and the road! Done - check that one off.
But today's story is not about me. It is on the person (let's call him Spider) with whom I had the privilege of running the last of my miles with. It was the first time he had run more than 8 miles - he wanted to get to the magical 10! I told him once he got to that point there was no turning back - he would always crave that mileage and more. The run went really well - good pace, great conversation, and the miles quickly accumulated. I reminded him of a few things as we were ending - rest, refuel, roll, etc. He reminded me of a few things I sometimes forget!
Determination - mile after mile, hill after hill, nagging knee, cramping calf, he continued on with a fierceness we all should have. At one point he turned to me and said "If we get back to the car and we have not reached 10 miles, we are going to run until we do!"
Joy - the look on his face as he cruised into the parking lot and extended a hand for a high five was pure elation!
Drive - less than 8 hrs following his run he was already planning out his summer race schedule and on that list was a half-marathon. His text to me said "I KNOW I can do it!"
Do you remember when you first started running? The first time running felt great? Your first "runner's high?" How you felt when you crossed your first finish line?
How do you remind yourself of determination, joy, and drive in your runs??