Friday, May 20, 2011
The long and the short of it
The first time, I ran in a place I had never been. This time, I ran through the hallowed streets of the city I have come to know and love so well.
The first time, I just wanted to finish. This time, I wanted to meet a time goal.
The first time, it was all about accomplishing something I wasn't sure I could do. This time it was about having fun and seeing if I could, at the same time, accomplish something I thought I could do.
I ran with confidence, with friends, with my father, past my mother, with a feeling of deep love for the twists and turns, rises and falls of this great city, getting high fives from neighbors for encouragement, joking with other runners and bystanders, listening to the sounds of local bands and choirs, drinking it all in (even a little beer! - see "adding hops to the race"- yup I was one of the "interested few") one step at a time.
I didn't add a state to 50 in 50 by 50, but I added a great milestone to my running experiences. I am thankful. Always thankful.