It’s week 8 of marathon training. I feel good even though I am hitting a long stretch of miles. Last week was 18 miles. This week is 20 miles. It’s all very exciting, but I can use a nap. And life is so busy, right now, that I had to squeeze in 18 miles on my own on Friday.
[For you local nerds, I started at Whole Foods in Chapel Hill and ran down Franklin Street, skimming the UNC campus. Then I went down Columbia to MLK to the Bolin Creek Trail. I did a dog-leg off the trail and ran onto Estes near the Walgreens. Then I ran back down Franklin Street back to Whole Foods.]
Six mile loop. Three times. I almost died of boredom.
Except I wasn’t running solo. I began my run thinking about Heather and Joe, who would be proud of me for trying to abstain from alcohol. (Trying and not always succeeding. Trying, nevertheless). I thought about the women in my run group who are awesome and strong. And I thought about my pal Ashley who ran 18 miles on her own, last year, and didn’t die.
As I ran down Franklin Street, I thought about Lindsey’s favorite Walgreens. What makes it so great? I’ve still never been in there. Then I ran past a small street called Howell, but it looked like Newell from a distance, and I thought about my friend Nancy Newell. She is awesome.
Further afield, I ran past a store called Sugarland and thought about John Jorgensen who has a love/hate relationship with his exercise bike (and sugar). I can’t lecture him about exercise if I’m not sticking to my plan. I also thought about some of the new parents in my life (Schmidt, Haun, Stollak) who find time to exercise despite disrupted schedules. If they can do it, I can do it.
And of course I thought about my friends in #teamfaulkner, family, travel, my husband, my life, my career, etc.
Even when you run solo, you don’t run alone. You bring it all with you. Thankfully, the stuff I bring with me is pretty great. I am a lucky woman.