I still want that sub-3 marathon, in case you guys were wondering but felt too awkward to ask although I’d hope you’d know me well enough by now that no question is too squirmy for this old girl. I feel it evolving within me, you know? It started as a teeny tiny snowball and as each day rolls into the next that sub-3 dream of mine pulls up what it needs as it gathers speed and momentum, as it grows and moves along and gets primed and ready for its execution. Mark my words. It’ll happen.
People often ask me what I’m training for and for the last few months I really haven’t been able to give them much of an answer…until now. Because today while I was hammering out some sanity miles on the gym treadmill, I forced myself to go within and ask why I was doing this? Why do I go to all this effort to fit in my run each day, especially when I have nothing to train for?
Because running feeds my vessel, the heart, whatever you want to call it found deep within my human spirit that produces the energy I need to make healthy, wise and loving choices. If I were an artist and someone asked me to create grace, I’d sculpt a runner. Wobbly bits, messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, whatever. It’s where I find my flow. It’s where the vent between me and Other is unobstructed. It’s the three days between the cross and the empty tomb.
My sub-3 isn’t my everything. Running isn’t my everything. But running helps me get close, just close enough to feel renewed, born again, ready for anything.
When people ask me what I’m training for, I’ll tell them I’m training for living.