My birthday came and went. I celebrated 29 again, for those who
wonder. This is getting a bit awkward given that my 15 year old is, in fact,
15. I’m not a person who gets morose about aging up a year, I am a beautiful
woman in many respects, and so far I am aging as I expect. My mother is a
beautiful woman, this gives me hope for my future. I do think about aging, as I
think about health, as I think many badass mother runners must. But I don't fear "getting old".
Perhaps that's because I'm young still. Or perhaps it's because I trust my body?
Maybe it’s time to age up? 29 is a ridiculously fast BQ
time, and not that I’m attempting a BQ any time soon, it’s still crazy to
compare myself to those folks. Maybe I should just embrace my 39th
year as a 39 year old.
This is, as many of you know, The Year of The GBA 5K.
Which is why it’s only logical that I have signed up to run
a marathon this fall.
Ummm... yeah. Well.
#thathappened.
It’s my last year in my 30’s. I started running in my 30’s.
And besides. The marathon and I always have unfinished business. Even when we
don’t. There’s always room for discussion and improvement. Even when I meet my
goals.
I want to run.
For some reason, I allow myself sometimes to get sucked into
other people’s goals to the exclusion of mine. This year, I signed up to run
this race alone. And by Alone I mean Alone with 1000 of my BFFs at Sports
Backers Marathon Training Team.
But truly, I am not training with my usual
posse. The gang has all gone looking for their own goals. That isn’t to say
there won’t be miles run together, but when the fall arrives, it’ll be me on
the line.
I think this is good for me. The best races are the ones I
remember that I have to run alone.
The marathon training team “group” starts running next week,
and I’m looking forward to another year with my favorite coaches and runners.
I’m going back to my origins, and rejoining the Green Team. I’ve missed my
coaches, and wonder why I allowed myself to get so distracted last year.
I try not to dwell on that.
I sat tonight with my friends ~ some who run and some who don’t ~ and we discussed our fall plans, and I mused
aloud that I had lost my fecking mind, and prolly I don’t even want to run a
marathon in November.
Of course, they laughed at me, claiming I was talking
nonsense, even as I shrugged off the moment with “don’t listen to “her”, that
must be the wine talking. When I’m sober I feel certain that the marathon is
something I love.”
Someone remind me of that in October.
But I seriously do love this sport. Even when I’m loving on
my bike, I’m a runner at heart.
And so another birthday has come and gone, and it was a
great birthday, celebrated with new friends and young friends and “old friends”
who aren’t old. And even though another year has come and gone and my 30’s are
364 days from being a memory, I’m ready to enjoy and savor every single one of
the 364 days.
Besides, nothing reminds me of my youth and vitality more
than signing up to run 26.2. It’s like my “New Year” all over
again. I can’t picture a life without 20
mile training runs and the juicy hamburgers I celebrate the miles with after. OH!
And the beer.
Can’t forget the beer.
