Running is a glorious thing that only .002% of the world's population really understands. And I'm not one of them. Eric Liddell (Chariots of Fire, anyone?) said that when he runs he feels God's pleasure. Part of me wonders if he forgot a couple of words... "When I run to Raising Canes and eat the delicious fried chicken, I feel God's pleasure." Now that I can relate to.
In case you missed this, or you don't have the itty gritties of my entire life memorized (shame on you), I'm training for my third marathon. Let me just tell ya, training ain't no walk in donut park. It's hard. My calves ache constantly. My mind is tired of being this bubbly coach who peptalks herself into doing another run. "Cmon, girl. Give me a V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! 15 miles is nothing!"
No matter how far I'm running, 5 or 18, the first mile is always the roughest. All I want to do is die. My buns are loudly barking, "NOOOO. STOP. You want McDonald's fries. You don't really want to do this. What is this whole sweating thing? It's making us uncomfortable. And sticky. STOP IT. We can't take it anymore. Did we mention fries? PAIN PAIN PAIN."
I've decided the theme song for this round of training is Wilson Phillip's "Hold On" 1) because it's awesome 2) because I resonate especially well with the lyrics, "I know there's pain...Can you hold ON?" 3) and for some reason, it makes me think of Wilson the volleyball in Cast Away when Tom Hanks loses him in the ocean, and it makes me run faster. (I know, weird.) Tom Hanks also makes me think of my favorite movie, Forrest Gump, and the infamous line, "Run Forrest run!" So obviously, I gotta do what dear ol' Jenny says.
It's not really that I like running. I don't get runner's high. Sweat in my eyewinkers and bloody socks (my toes like to rub up on each other, get a room guys) doesn't exactly do it for me. It's more of the challenge, pushing myself. I love doing something that most people would never want to do (probably smart) or have the stamina/discipline to do.
Running will always be like the unruly calluck above my ear; I love how I'll never master it. It'll always be ridiculously challenging. I'll always want to improve on my slower-than-your-granny pace. It's not always fun, but I enjoy it. Especially the finish.
The marathon is in four weeks, people.