Sunday, October 12, 2008

CHICAGO MARATHON!

I write this post emotional, and proud of my amazing brother. I have watched him train for about a year, and am inspired by his dedication and love of running. This dedication and love is evidenced through long training runs on snow covered roads in below zero temperatures. In long runs in the rain before anyone else is even awake. By training runs through the woods with his dog scout, on his lunch hour, or after work, or on the weekend when normal rational humans are enjoying sleeping in. This drive that defies rational thought is what makes him a Marathoner, someone with a singularity of purpose, and dedication to accomplish this monumental goal.

This weekend my brother traveled to Chicago with his wife, his running partner Adam, and our mom and dad. I could not leave New York so my wife and I ran around central park with our cell phones, and text message updates, while Cal ran the marathon. In solidarity we ran with Cal, we were inspired as the text messages came in. 10 k. 41.29, half, 1:27:25, we were getting excited! 30K, 2:05:26! With each text we stopped running and called Cal's cell phone to sing an inspirational song on his voice mail. Then came the final text. By this time we were running with our phones in our hands so anxious to see the last text message come through. Finish (unofficial) 3:05:25! He did it he ran his first marathon, and qualified for Boston. Amy and I were cheering in Central Park along side the Harlem meer along with millions of fans lining the race course in Chicago. We were a small part of this experience that had a huge impact on us! GO CAL!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Two days to go...

I'm glad I've been more consistent with my training than I have with my post updates.

There are now only two days left until the marathon. I've been pretty good througout this week of keeping my nerves about me, and staying focused. It's been so busy lately that it hasn't been too hard to keep my mind on other things. But now sitting on the eve of what will be the third biggest thing I've done in my life (followed behind getting married, and buying a house), my body is reminding me that this isn't going to be just any other weekend. Let's recap..

It was almost a year ago exactly to this coming weekend that I 'announced' to my wife, brother and sister-in-law that I was planning to begin training for the Chicago Marathon. We were in NYC, and had just ran a half marathon out on Staten Island. Fast forward a year, 3 pairs of shoes, over 1500 miles on the roads and trails, and countless adventures running....and here I sit.

I realize at this point, there is nothing else that I can do pre-race day to ensure that I meet the goals that I've set for me during this race. It brings me both relief, and stress. I feel happy, and worried. I feel like a machine, and I feel like I've gained 100 pounds....it's a odd mix of emotions, that I feel I shouldn't be feeling unless I was a 55 year old woman going through menopaus.

My goal is to stay as calm and collected as I can through the race, until I see that finish line....once that happens, Lord only knows what will then ensue. A year of my life has been dedicated to this race, it has encapsulated my thought process much more than it should have (sorry Kensey), and quite honestly, I'm not sure what is going to happen come Monday, day after the race. My parent's asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday...my birthday is only a few weeks away! I have Halloween to look forward to...the Holidays. All of these things have been completley overshadowed by the marathon that looms on the horizon. It's going to be a very odd feeling.

I look forward to being able to not be quite a strict with my training schedule...to be able to eat things that I may crave (I swear I'm going to eat a whole Hungry Howies Pizza..you wait), to be able to spend more time with kensey (thanks babe for the sacrifices you've made), and to have my Saturday mornings back. In the same way, though...I don't think that I'm going to be able to really ever return to a type of running mantra I've done in the past. Without even running the marathon yet, I can understand the people that say that the marathon changes you.

To the few that have read these..um...3 or 4 entries throughout the year. Thank you. Thank you everyone for your support, and your prayers. Say an extra at 9am on Sunday morning.

"Run like the wind!"