I‘m sitting at my computer, contemplating my upcoming endeavor, and realizing how nervous, anxious, scared and REALLY SCARED I am. Three years ago, the San Francisco Marathon was a far out goal that I had set for us, and I was sure, like most things in life, I’d give up on before I reached it; or get distracted by; or make some crazy excuse as to why I couldn’t finish it. But the time is here, and in 6 days I’ll be running with thousands of other people from all over the world with a goal of their own, and with some of the most supportive people I’m lucky to know and about to meet.
The journey of my marathon has taken me to some supreme ups and downs but it a journey that I would not trade for anything in the world. This path has kept me sane through my back injury and recovery and cancer. My first half marathon taught me to respect the course and to respect the race because every day and every race is a difference beast that must be overcome despite how many times you’ve run the same streets, or raced the same distance before. IF you don’t, and you are over boastful, the race will conquer you.
My last half marathon taught me to enjoy the run. To close my eyes for a few miles, and follow the sounds of the foot steps around me and to enjoy the course, the energy and the view. It taught me to relish in the moment because that moment can fade at any time and become something so much more different.
Every race has taught me that being alone is one of the greatest discoveries out there. At 3am when the rest of the world is sleeping, and I’m up.. starting my race day routine the silence and the tranquility is amazing. Some races more than others, but all to some degree show me every time that there is energy in spirit. The air of race morning, as I walk to the starting tents/line is pumped with energy, positivity, and so much emotion I get teary before each race.
My second SF half marathon taught me what the runner’s spirit and community is all about. I ran 2:05 (my PR at the time) and stopped to share my gu, cheer people on, grab an ambulance for a guy who collapsed on the side, and to speak positive words to people all around me, who were struggling or needed a little lift.
This training, however spotty at times, has taught me that I can overcome anything I put my mind to. 8 months ago I was told I have permanent spinal cord damage and will need my cane and a metal stint installed in my spinal cord and running was not an option for me. But I push through the daily pain, and I run, I’ve trained myself to “suck up” the pain as best I can, to train, and to try my hardest to keep with the routine and schedule that I need for this marathon.
Two years ago I had surgery to remove some cancer, and I know it’s coming back (the nature of my type will always come back)… but I still run.
So July 27th & my San Francisco Marathon, I’m anxious to see what lessons I learn (good or bad) from you. Thank you to everyone who has supported our quest to accomplish this goal. Without you I wouldn’t be here, and for that I am forever indebted to you.