“You never know what you’re gonna get.”
It was the same with today’s race. I toed the line not knowing what sort of race I’d get. What a surprise to bump into Forrest Gump, sitting on a park bench, just reminding us how lovely the day was. Indeed, it was like destiny.
I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it’s both. — Forrest Gump
I know you have heard me advocate the importance of listening to your body. Like you, I’ve made mistakes and learned. Still, there are times when the message is hazy. One wonders if the absence of pain today will continue into tomorrow. This was the case with me on Saturday night. The half marathon that I’d written off on Friday was suddenly an option once more.
I ran a short 1.5 mile run. My body did not complain. So I proceded with caution to the starting line on Sunday morning only to find out that indeed my body was not ready to go the distance. Although I knew I couldn’t run or even walk the entire course without paying dearly for it but, on this beautiful day, it occurred to me that I’d made the early morning trek for a reason. So I continued on a bit further — taking in the scenary. After traveling a little over 5 miles, the course had reached a two way section. After the lead runners whooshed past, I decided it would be a good time for me to head towards the finish myself. I covered my bib and crossed to the other side of the road.