Marathon Montages

We’re 10 days out. The intense training is over. I’ve hit my fundraising goal (and then some – thank you friends and fam!). And sometimes it still feels surreal – that I can and will run the 2014 Boston Marathon.

Sidenote: For anyone looking to still donate or just looking for some pretty sweet things – check out the Running for Rare Diseases Online Auction. Bidding closes Friday, April 18 at noon.

With the anniversary of last year’s bombing next Tuesday, the city is reminded of the horrible tragedy, but also of the strength, pride and love that has overcome within the past year. It has been in the news more frequently the past few weeks and many inspirational videos have gone viral. These are two of the best I’ve seen (and watched over and over):

#wewillrun 

Run, Run, Run

I’ve always been a sucker for montages. Something about a set of powerful images, words and video clips set to the perfect song gets to me. These in particular help fuel the excitement/nervousness/gratitude I have about running this year. And also make me wonder if I’ll be able to run a single mile without sobbing. TBD.

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I found this quote from Katherine Switzer to ring true about any marathon, but will resonate even more so this Marathon Monday. Putting aside the incredible athletic achievement accomplished by people from all walks of life, the thing that inspires me the most is the stories behind why runners run. And the complete strangers supporting them with cheers, water, snacks – and even kisses at Wellesley College 🙂

Dublin, Ireland

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Last week, my parents and I went to visit my brother who’s studying abroad in Dublin. We landed in Dublin at 5 a.m. their time with little to no sleep on the plane. We passed through Customs, got our luggage … Continue reading

Weekend Recap: #FOMO, 11.5 and The Fox

There are some Mondays where you feel at peace with the weekend being over and you wake up ready to take on the week. This was not one of those Mondays. I don’t know if it’s the increasingly chilly weather or the fact that my weekend was so nice and relaxing, but getting out of bed this morning was brutal.

I’ve noticed over the past few years, my FOMO has subsided. I don’t feel the need to go out every Friday and Saturday night. I’m naturally a social person, but I don’t feel anxiety anymore about missing a night out to go to bed early. This weekend I caught up on DVR, went grocery shopping, did laundry, went for my longest run so far (11.5 miles – woop woop!), did the Making Strides for Breast Cancer walk (in the rain) and watched football took a nap on the couch with the boy and our dog-for-the-weekend. On paper, that sounds so ridiculously boring, but I loved every minute of it. And that, folks, is how you know you’re growing up.

This change could be related to my recent shacking up with the boy, but I also think a big part of it is running. If I go out the night before, running the next day is going to be that much harder – or I may be so hungover I blow off running all together. Apparently those vodka sodas hit you a lot harder the morning after once you enter your mid-twenties. I guess it’s more about realizing what’s important and making those things more of a priority. I love the occasional ridiculous night out as much as the next girl, but I just don’t have time anymore to lay in bed until 4 p.m. every Saturday afternoon – I got ish to do!

Some highlights from this weekend’s long run:

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– Soaking up the autumn sun (it was the perfect running temperature) and changing colors of the trees. Contrary to popular belief, we get some sweet foliage even in the city.

– Running into (literally) an old high school friend.

– Making a pit stop mid-run into City Sports to buy this bad boy. Cheers to not being dehydrated anymore on long runs – and to 20% off for students! (Not sure how much longer I can play the student card here, but I’m just gonna ride it out.)

– The coolest Labrador Retriever running off a dock and catching a Frisbee in mid-air before landing in the water.

– Even though it wasn’t lit up because it was daytime, this looked awesome. Such a cool concept. I also happened to be decked out head to toe in Lucy gear at the time.

– RunKeeper interrupting my beats to tell me I’d ran over 10.5 miles. I may or may not have done a fist pump and yelled “YES!” out loud, running up Beacon St. Completing this run was the first time I felt completely confident in my ability to finish the half.

– Coming home and having a boyfriend AND puppy greet you at the door! We dogsat my friend’s Shiba Inu (commonly mistaken for a fox, as we quickly found out) while they were at a wedding this weekend. It was supposed to be a mini-trial to see if we’re ready to get a puppy of our own. Good news is this dog was the easiest, most low-maintenance creature I’ve ever encountered – he doesn’t even bark! Bad news is it was a terrible trial because our expectations for this future puppy (that we’ve already named) are now completely skewed.

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Many the Miles

During field hockey preseason, I dreaded running the timed mile. I remember the anxiety I’d feel beforehand, the agony I’d feel on the second lap around the track when I realized I’m not even halfway there, and the soreness I’d feel the next day (so much so that we termed that intense level of pain “preseason sore”). I remember watching the cross country team and being unable to comprehend how they could possibly just enjoy running . No game or rules or sticks involved, nothing to distract them from the fact that they’re running. Just running to run.

And now, 7 years later, I’ve voluntarily signed up to run 13.1 miles – a half marathon.  I’ve been running 3 times a week for the past 3 months, slowly increasing my distance. I’ve paid to run in a variety of 5k races. Sometimes I even wake up at 6 in the morning to run before work. VOLUNTARILY! And I don’t even hate it! I don’t know if my 17 year old self would be shocked, disgusted, or proud.

But here we are. Many the Miles will be a place for me to keep track of my journey as a runner, and more broadly my journey as a girl in her mid-twenties living in Boston (in sin), trying to live a healthy lifestyle, be a real person from 9-5, and have fun along the way.

Enjoy the ride!