Thurs: 11 miles
Sat: 18 miles
Tues: 6.6 miles
Wed: 5.7 miles
Total: 41.3 miles.
I wish I could find the photos my sister and I took of ourselves running through the French countryside in January of 1996, just to reminisce a bit on how long I’ve been at this. If someone had told me then that I would one day run 41 miles in a week and feel great about it, I would have laughed. Now I can’t wait for the marathon. I can’t wait to try running 30 miles or 40 or more in a single day. Sounds crazy, but then so do most things I do to at least some people.
Even more, I like to tell the story of how, when I was 17, I went to the doctor for a physical and when he looked at my feet he remarked, “oh, you’ll never be a runner.” I have almost-flat feet. This happened to be after I had been running with my sister for two years. From what I’ve read over the years, a lot of the old ideas about running simply aren’t true anymore: running form such as Chi Running vastly lowers the impact, and advancements in shoes have done the rest. Sure, you can still hurt yourself, and many will, but if you do it right, a regular running routine shouldn’t be out of reach.
Running long distances, 18 miles being my farthest so far, is very much a meditative endeavor. Just as in a long solitary meditation, one is bombarded with excuses to quit: pain here, pain there, pain everywhere, tiredness, distraction, boredom. Two and a half hours worth of this. Actually, the first hour or so is okay – and then you realize that you’re not even half way done. More boredom, excitement, pains and discomforts, pretty scenery, etc. And then, every once in a while the mind will just settle into the body as the body settles into the posture. Pains disappear, distractions fade, and a beautiful sense of flow emerges. As I told my fellow runners in China, it’s as if I simply sit down in the run.
I sit, and momentum takes over.
What a wonderful way to travel.