The Doctor is likewise surprised. |
I wasn't really into the run, I think part of the reason I ran so fast was, I wanted to be finished. I was still mindful though, I waited to add speed and did so in bursts and only sustained if I felt I could do so without hurting myself.
I think after having quite a lot of fun exercising with others, running alone for over an hour was a bit, well lonely. I think I'm also getting a bit tired of the loop I'm running. Just thinking about Sunday's 50 laps depresses me.
On the positive end of the spectrum, I officially registered for the International Peace Half Marathon.
This race in particular means a lot to me because they commemorate the events of 09/11/01 each year. That day was a huge one for many, but I'll never forget sitting in sophomore English honors watching it on tv. And then watching the boy from my class leave because his father worked in the city. In the classes that followed, the same thing was true. Kids were going to the office to call home. In the days that followed, adults I'd grown up knowing, who were volunteer firefighters and search and rescue dog handlers would go into the city. First to help find the missing and then to find the dead.
I hope I don't cry. In a way, if I do, I'll be glad, I hope never to be desensitized to the events of that day or other tragedies. It will be an emotional day next Saturday. If there are tears, I hope the first are sad, and the final ones, the ones that come after I cross the line, will be joyful.
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