It’s like a whole new experience...
Racing alone....
After a season of running, with friends....
Seeing a smiling face around the next corner....
A warm hug and a word or two of encouragement to keep you
going....
Or just some good old heart to hear girl chat as your
whittle the miles away....
Yes...
It’s a whole new...
Yet familiar experience....
And after such a spoiled summer I realized there were so
many things you forget....
You forget how it feels to pack the night before... no one
to ask where the heck your going....
You forget that there is no real pre-race excitement....
Just you... your running shoes... and a half-way built plan
of parking....
You forget what it’s like to dress in layers on a chilly
morning....
Without much of a plan as to how you will shed and store
them....
The feeling of being lost at the corrals....
Wandering aimlessly until its time to “line up”....
Praying no one realizes you are alone....
You forget what it’s like to have an unexpected hug at the
start line....
The sting of tears that follow....
How nice it is to sit yourself next to a “pace bunny” and
learn all you can about your new friend....
As you wind your way through the streets with 1000 other
warm bodies....
All with the same goal.... just to finish....
You forget the pain in your legs....
The sound of your own feet on the pavement....
You forget all the little things that should weigh your down...and
you start to focus on the finish line....
You forget the distance left... the miles past.... the
fatigue setting in..... and you run....
And as you finish....
With the support and cheers of those who finished before
you.....
Those waiting for loved ones...
You forget that you are alone....
And you look forward to the next moment....
The next race....
The next run.....
Where you can let loose.... and just forget....
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