The sun poked through for a nice run with my baby girl Kaylin in her jogger. Gotta love the jogger. Make sure to push the pin in on the front wheel so it’s stationary… it makes for a bumpy ride if you forget! 🙂
It’s 10:26 p.m. on Saturday night. Usually, I’m out with my future wife and our daughter at Applebees (yes… the bee… nothing fancy, just good food and beers). Ok, we’ll maybe we’re not out that late with our daughter… she’s eight months old. C’mon.
Image by esbjorn2 on Flickr.
Back to my point. My sub 4 hr marathon. Yes, here I am. Turning 31 this week and am in the prime of my life. Have a beautiful family, fantastic career and well… life is just good.
But, as my sis Terri would say, I’m not a person who likes to just stay still in the same pond. I like to mix it up. I’m a fish so naturally, after a while of swimming in the same area, I like to start exploring other areas. My point? It’s time to start running again.
For someone who never enjoyed running until he was 27 and even so only ran for a few years, it seems odd to say “I’m going back to running.” It seems odd, that for something that completely took over my mornings, afternoons and half of my Saturday for long runs for two years… that, except for a impromptu half marathon in Seattle last year is the only running I’ve done since completing my second marathon with my brother in Phoenix in 2009.
Well, that’s it. No sad stories, no motivational speeches, just me, a goal and a receipt for a fast pair of shoes that cost $89.
Ok… and one quote from a movie I just watched… well, it’s the tagline, not a quote:
“Feel the Pain. Live the Dream. Share the Glory.” Check out the movie “On the Edge” at the below link. It’s worth it.
On the Edge
“Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.”
– Leon J. Suenes
After 5 miles, 4 hours and 1,488 feet of elevation change, I had arrived at the top of Angels Landing in Zion National Park, UT. As if that wasn’t enough, I ran… ok, jogged all the way down the hill. It was magnificent. I was elated. I was… happy.
Hills are not my friends. When I began running, I was nestled into the flat confines of the frozen tundra that is called the Midwest, more specifically — Chicago. Sure, working in a skyscraper had me taking the stairs every once in a great while. But I wasn’t training on them. My idea of “incline” was a button on the treadmill.
courtesy of photocello2006
Yes, there are a few hills in Chicago… but they’re called bridges and even they pale in comparison to the hills I ran on yesterday in my new Northwest running grounds.
Being back in the Northwest has showed me why the Chicago marathon is called a “fast race.”
Now, my bridges are replaced with rolling hills, minus the traffic and a bit of added solitude from the busyness that is a city with millions of people. Sure, I miss running with a group of people when I wasn’t actually in a running group… it’s just that there are so many runners that you seem to be part of a running group (Hard Care Runners Club).
While Chicago has been one of the best cities I’ve ever lived in, I’ve enjoyed trading skyscrapers for mountains, traffic lights for trees and running groups for “a” running group. Less noise and more solitude has allowed me to let all of this change renew my passion for running.
With it, I’ve started training for the Yakima River Canyon Marathon on April 4. And let me tell you, there are more than a few hills on this route. And even though hills are not my friends, they are certainly not my foes. They’ve given me new routes to traverse and new paths to ponder life’s biggest questions.
While conquering these hills is my first priority, I realize that I cannot force greatness… but I can sure the hell train for it!