Doing what you love is the cornerstone of having abundance in your life. – Dr. Wayne Dyer
I love to run.
I think I was extra cranky yesterday because after a tense drive home (since the accident all my drives to and from work are a little tense) I couldn’t “run it off.”
Truthfully, I wouldn’t have run it off yesterday even if I could have, since it was flipping HOT and we all know I don’t run in the heat. But I certainly would have gone out to my garage and lifted some weights or punched the heavy bag. But nope. I couldn’t.
A friend of mine, who is quite a bit younger than me, turns 30 on Friday. For her birthday she is taking the afternoon off to run somewhere between 12-15 miles on some trails in Forest Park.
Ahhh, Forest Park. Love personified in the deep and beautiful color of green.
Forest Park is one of the most awesome and amazing things about Portland, Oregon . . . that’s if you’re not one of those people here for the gazillion microbreweries and you like trail running and/or hiking, and nature . . . It is one of our country’s largest urban forest reserves and it is squarely within the Portland city limits. It’s quite simply, beautiful.
When I read her Facebook post about her plans for Friday, I couldn’t help myself. . . I told her I’d join her for the run. Almost instantly I was happy.
Should I run on Friday? Not sure yet. I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday. Will I run on Friday? More than likely yes. For my own personal therapy. I’m sick of being cranky.
All keyed up at the prospect of actually running I reflected on my last run.
The Cook Park Half Marathon.
I didn’t write anything about it because I didn’t think much about it. It was a low key, small, local event. Less than 100 people. The majority of the runners were running the full, only about 30 of us ran the half.
I love small, low key, local events. There is less anxiety, less worry, and more often than not it’s more about simply enjoying the run. I love to run.
It was extra nice that Cook Park is about 15 minutes from my house and extremely familiar to me. It was a lovely day and when I arrived it was nice to see so many people I knew.
I started the event with two girlfriends. They were both running the full so it was nice to know I could keep them company for at least the first half of their day. We ran, we talked, and we laughed. It was fun. Midway through one of the girls dropped back and I ran on with the other. It was a comfortable and quite painless 13.1 miles. Here we are about half way through trying to look like “real” runners 🙂
This is a picture of me and “M” about 10 miles in. We were clearly having too much fun. . .
Because I was having so much fun running with her, I let any thoughts of a PR fall by the wayside. I actually never thought to check the results, and I’ve yet to download my Garmin (I know! Blasphemy!). I do, however, have a spreadsheet that has every race event I’ve ever run with my finish time and pace listed so I can theoretically track my “improvement.” Today, as I was inserting a couple of new races I’m thinking about running into the spreadsheet I saw the blank cell. I went to the website, pulled up the results and had to laugh.
There were actually 29 runners (both men and women) who finished the Cook Park Half Marathon. I finished 9th. With a personal record. 13 minutes and 54 seconds quicker than any other half marathon I have ever run (and this was my 11th).
It was fun, it was effortless, and my company throughout was the best. The P.R. was just an extra special bonus.
I so love to run.
Please take just a second to think the positive little thought: “her doctor will say yes on Thursday.”
I’m so tired of being cranky. . .