Kittens, it’s registration day for the Twin Cities Marathon. And we’ll get to that. But first I have something for you to chew on.
I am 100% positive that this year I will not be running for any charities. Selfishly, all of the miles I race in 2012 will be for me.
But one of my friends and running mentors (whether she knows it or not), Brady (or “Kat’s Fast Friend” as Ann knows her), is. She’s running the Big Sur International Marathon at the end of April to raise money to fight Multiple Myeloma.
Without getting into so many details, one of her colleagues is currently battling this horrifying incurable blood cancer. 17 years ago it took her father’s life.
When I try to put my thoughts on what this means into words, I’m left tongue-tied. Nauseous. With my heart in my throat. Because the last time I saw my Dad was on Sunday afternoon. The last time I saw my Father In Law was on Wednesday morning. A world where cancer continues to snatch these people in their prime away from their families is not acceptable to me.
So what I’m really trying to say is that, if you would ever consider donating money to me as a charity runner (or you just really have a deep and unyielding hatred for cancer), please consider donating to Brady’s Fundraising Efforts.
Yes, I registered. Because after our wedding photos, this one might be one of my favorites of all-time.
Is it that such a bad reason to hurl your body of 26.2 miles? I think not. We all know that I do things In The Name Of Vanity all the time.
But as I think about registration, and where I was a year ago and where I was four months ago?
I keep on coming back to one thing.
Because my doctor told me the sagest thing of all last August.
Enjoy the Training.
Because on race day, anything could happen. You could DNF. You could DNS. It could be pouring. There could be a 30 MPH gusting headwind. All of the best preparation in the world will not guarantee that you’re going to have a good race, much less finish it.
The time that you spend on the course is not what changes you. Crossing the finish line is not what changes you.
The bib, the medal and the time? Those are all things that other people get to see.
What is solely yours? The hours, the days and the months you log in training. The miles where you’re forced to confront yourself at your best and confront yourself at your worst. The days where your legs and lungs match. The days where none of it makes sense. Where you’re forced to repeatedly ask To What End?
That is what’s yours.
So enjoy it. Savor it. Hold it close. Because those are the precious moments that no one else will ever get to see. That 18 week trial by fire is what will stay with you long after your race is run.
Roll Call: Did you register for the Twin Cities Marathon?
What races are on your schedule for this year?