Two months pre marathon, I entertained thoughts of life post marathon. Life would just be more peaceful and comfortable we didn't spend so much time running. I found myself whining about the schedule, spending every Saturday morning running 16-20 miles, dragging the kids along with us, running 8 miles before dinner and feeling like I didn't have the energy to do other things like laundry or mow the lawn.
Post marathon, I still manage to drag my feet when it comes to laundry, lawn-mowing, fill in the blank, etc... and believe it or not, I miss my running regimen. There is no pressure in getting a certain number of miles in and am therefore finding it much harder to get out there and run every day.
The excuses are superfluous but a couple stand out over others. We no longer run as a family (Boy O officially retired from the jogging stroller in the hours after the marathon due to recent growth spurts), so we have to make sure one or the other is home to watch the boys. In addition and in true Pacific Northwest fashion, the weather has turned excessively moist and gray which hasn't inspired me to throw on my running gear even when I do find the time. This 'perfect storm' (if you will) does make running (for me) more challenging and at times like these, I need inspiration to find motivation.
As fortune would have it, I don't have to look very far. Saturday morning I woke up early to call my Dad to wish him luck. I still didn't wake up early enough, but at 4:30 am when I left a message on his phone (7:30 am his time), my Dad was probably 3-4 miles into running his second half-marathon. He called me afterward to proudly inform me that he felt great, finishing in less than 2 hours and even won his age group (60-64). Hearing him recall each mile in detail made me teary with pride and hanker for a good long run. The next morning, I found myself running before the sun rose and listened to my feet plod along the wet pavement as I thought about my dad, wishing I could have been running next to him.
Congratulations on your race, Dad. I am so incredibly proud of you and brag about you all the time. Not everyone has a Dad that runs the miles you do. You inspire me to put one foot in front of the other on a rainy day.
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