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It Wasn’t a Lie

Most ”normal” people need to be talked into running a marathon. Usually either a friend will lure them in or it is a personal goal, but event then there must be some type of persuasion to do it. Unless, of course, you have already run a marathon. Then it isn’t so much talking youreslef into running another marathon as much as trying to keep yourself from inadvertantly signing up for another one.

How do I know this?

Because I am living the life.

I truthfully without sarcasm have 110% been honest that I am done running marathons. I love the idea of not training for anything. I have talked with friends about how awesome it would be to meet up for a run and then do brunch. We are even planning to go to NYCM as spectators and then do brunch again. It seems like a great plan. An amazing plan. A fun plan. A sane plan.

I also admit that my body is tired. I have been spending countess hours working on getting my home baking business into an actual business while still working almost 30 hours outside of the home. Oh and ”taking care” of said home and all that is supposed to entail. While having somewhat of a non existent but existent social life that someone who is a extrovert introvert (it’s a real thing) enjoys.

I have not been lying when I say that I don’t want to train for any more marathons They are grueling. It is exhausting. The whole process is horrendous. Seriously. Does ANYONE really enjoy training for a marathon?

So why do we do it? Why do we put ourselves through so much for the ”pleasure” of running 26.2 miles on race day. The blisters….. The early wake up….. The training when we don’t want to……. the feet issues….. the chaffing….. so many reasons not to do it. So many VALID and SANE reasons not to do it……..

Conversation with son this morning in car as we see an ”elderly female runner.”

Son, ”that’s you.”

Me, ”No, she is running faster than me and has better form. Although, I have filled out my application to run NYCM for Sandy Hook Promise again. I haven’t sent it in yet though because I’m not sure.”

Son, ”Don’t Do it. You ALWAYS regret it.”

Truer words have not been spoken…….

Yet….. here we are with my finger one key stroke away from hitting send. Will saner minds prevail or will I jump back into crazy town. I, honestly, don’t know…… I wasn’t lying when I said I was done with the marathon. I’m just not sure that the marathon is done with me especially when this would be 10 marathon and also with 10th anniversary of Sandy Hook.

So many reasons to say no…….

So many reasons to say yes…….

I have until April 30th to ponder.

What Makes a Runner?

I will admit some people are literally born to run.  They have the long legs and lean shape that makes pushing through the wind an act of beauty and ease.   Now just as everyone who was given the God gift of a runners body does not like to run, many of us who are not so lucky also choose to run.

I am one such person who was not born with a runners body nor do I have any hope of developing one.  I am not even remotely close to being tall at my 5 foot 2 which may also be a slight exaggeration.   I have short legs and I do not have the lean physique of top runners.  You would never look at me and think, “Wow, she must be a runner!”    I will let you in on a little secret though.   I am still a runner.

The Webster definition of a runner is as follows:


noun \ˈrə-nər\

: a person who runs as part of a sport, for exercise, or in a race

There is nothing in this defniton that says that says that I can’t be a runner.   I meet the criteria.  I run both for exercise and in races.  So check, I’m a runner.  I don’t even need to do the races and I still qualify.   I have the desire and heart to be a runner and that’s all it takes.   I may never (and there really is no may in this sentence) be more than a middle of the Pack runner and I’m ok with that.  I’m still a runner and that is all that matters.

I have even been told that I must look funny running fast (that being a relative term) because of how short I am.   Well I have never crossed a finish line where they asked for my height, so that really doesn’t matter to me.    And if you have seen some of the things that I’ve worn while running, you know that I really don’t care much about looking silly or others opinions too much.   I run for me and I hope that you have the confidence to run for you.

I think often we limit ourselves with thinking we can’t do something because maybe we don’t fit the traditional mold.   I hate molds.   I hate limits.   I like to push limits and prove that I can do things that both myself and others thought that I could never accomplish..   The worst thing that we can do in life is let others expectations and views define us.   We need to break the molds and be who we want to be letting no ones keep us from reaching for the stars.

Do you push your limits too?