Running Log

Endorphins, don't go.

Monday was an emotional day for me...

Saturday morning I ran 20 miles.

Saturday night, Matt and I went to a fantastic backyard party, with tents and twinkly lights and a band, to meet parents of Annie's new friends. We laughed at the similarities between us and the couple hosting....the dad was in the band playing (come to find out he opened up for lynyrd skynyrd of, ya know, free bird) and his wife l-o-v-e-d her husband's band and was hoping the po-po wouldn't shut them down at 9:30 like the year before, and later she played the tambourine...

And people there asked me about my training for the marathon...

Later that night, I met up with Rachel (sweat sister who ran the last 5 of my 20 with me) at another party. When I got there, everyone had heard I ran 20 miles that morning. The attention was overwhelming. Unlike 2 other peeps in my family, I don't like to be the center of attention.

At all.

People want to know what it's like to run 20 miles. You're still standing? How do you feel? You rock! What time do you want to finish the marathon? Are you going for sub-4?

So Monday I cried. I felt the need to give back. How do I give back to everyone interested in what I'm doing, sharing in my life, supporting me...?

I talked about this with an experienced-friend-marathoner, and he said, just maybe...just maybe, I was giving by being an inspiration to my friends.

Holy

crap

smokes.

(my kids think crap is a swear word...we're not allowed to say it.)

And then I cried, again.

What I realized and what all my friends and family probably don't know is that they are my Belay Team...