[This post was originally written yesterday, but the ‘net hiccuped and either AT&T or WordPress ate the submission. I’ll post again later with today’s run and thoughts. – BSR]
Another day closer to both graduation and the Glass City Marathon! At this point, the two events have sort of merged to me. This is partially due to my last day of law school being the Thursday before the race, so Glass City will be my first weekend in three years without law school. .
I definitely think I’ll be taking my finisher’s beer to celebrate finishing both the race and my juris doctor. Heck, I might steal Stacy’s drink ticket!
Sometimes I think that running may have saved my sanity with everything that has happened in the last three years. I wasn’t a runner for my 1L year and I was a complete mess. If I hadn’t rediscovered running I likely would have continued down that spiral.
The funny thing is that when I did my student visit day to Capital Law before I decided where I would attend, there was a student there that said that running kept her from getting over her head with law school stress. If only I had listened, but the old, fat version of me wasn’t that wise.
I sometimes wonder if my interviews would have gone differently in 1L if I had been fit and running instead of obese and lazy. No way to change the past, but it is something that haunts me occasionally.
Sometimes all it takes to accomplish something is to trust that you can do it and just get started. Jump in the ocean – sink or swim. That’s precisely how today’s run went.
Spring flirted with us then ran away, returning us to Winter’s frigid hug of death. Even so, I had to get out and do some longer runs. Facebook is exploding with reminders that Glass City is less than a month away and I haven’t done a run longer than ~6 miles in waaaay too long.
Deciding that “brave or grave” was the proper response, I pun on my tights, packed a spare GU, and went out to attempt the full 12 mile out-and-back on the UT Uni/Park trail. The first time I did this run, I got out to King Road and had absolutely nothing left. My body was spent and I had no phone, no food, no water, and no wife available to pick me up. It was a long, long 6 mile trek back to the car. I had to trust that today would go better than that ignoble effort.
And, hoo-boy, it became obvious that my legs, knees, and back are no longer accustomed to either long runs or hard surfaces. There are old aches creeping back and I’m pretty damn exhausted. But, hell, I made it! Self high-five!