I love to run. I love everything about it, even the really painful parts. I truly revel in the miles out on my own, covering familiar roads and paths, working through whatever is weighing on my mind and heart. I don’t just run to train for races, I train for my life, for my sanity and my health. I race because I have always been an athlete and I love some good competition with myself. A friendly round of sport is something that has always come natural to me and has been a part of me since I had the fine motor skills to compete.
Though it isn’t why I run, I can’t help but think a lot about PR’s. Personal records mean something different to everyone. For me, it’s that I was able to dig a little deeper, push a little harder through things that were once walls and barriers and it proves I have gotten stronger than I was yesterday, but simultaneously humbles me that I am still weaker than a future version of myself. What makes a PR so special, is that you never know when you will score one. You can put in all the work, but something out of your control can derail your finish time goal. This can happen in any distance, but is extra apparent the longer the race, like the marathon.
Over the years I have come to realize that the mystique of the unknown and the potential for complete disaster on race day is why I put the marathon up on the pedestal as my favorite distance. I can always learn something from a 26.2 mile race attempt, there are so many ways that I can execute the race and there is so much potential for mistakes. However, the slim chance of everything aligning perfectly, for the hope that it will turn out to be the race of my life that will go down in the history books…that’s why I continue to train for this distance, so that I can race the clock, race myself in the mother of all road races, and can grow stronger in body and mind.
I will continue to chase my marathon dreams for as long as my body will allow, it has become a big part of who I am, it is a way of life, what I do. I am a marathoner, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What makes you, you?