As I turned the corner and ran towards Sports Authority Field at Mile High during the Urban 10-Miler yesterday, chills ran through my body and a single thought entered my mind: “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”
I often get that feeling when I’m running and especially when I’m racing. Yesterday I was four miles into the Colfax race in Denver, and knew with 100 percent certainty, that nothing else I could be doing on that Sunday morning would make me feel as alive, strong, and vibrant as running that race.
This spring has been a battle with my plantar fasciitis. On many occasions, I doubted I would be able to complete the race I had signed up for so many months ago. Originally I had registered for the half-marathon, setting my sights on completing my twenty-second 13.1 mile race. However, as the training runs were skipped or the distance decreased, I decided to set my sights on a more achievable goal – the 10-miler.
Yesterday my body was clicking, and even without logging the extra training miles, I know I could have completed the additional 3.1 miles without struggle (if I would have been competing in the half-marathon); however, nary a second thought crossed my mind. I was thrilled with my 10-mile accomplishment.
Running provides a multitude of lessons and this spring those have included perseverance, flexibility, and gratefulness. I was so very grateful for each run I was able to complete and then thankful that my foot pain didn’t prevent me from walking my dogs later that evening or the next morning.
I’ve also mellowed, as I realized that I’m getting older. My first distance race (the Quad Cities Half Marathon) was 14 years ago – that’s a long time to keep pushing myself to improve. A PR may still be possible, but isn’t always realistic, and I’m okay with that. However, there was no PR to gain on this race, since I had never run a 10-miler before, so that eased some of the internal pressure.
I’ve viewed the other races I’ve completed this year as fun adventures and opportunities to test my current fitness level, rather than comparing my fitness level or splits and times to splits and times I achieved five or ten years ago. I am finding more joy in the process now, rather than focusing so much on the results.
I love the lessons running teaches me. I love the person it has made me. I love the opportunity it affords me to participate in events with hundreds or thousands of like-minded people. I love the friendships I’ve gained because of it. I love my race day crew – friends and family who provide virtual support and occasionally are there in person to cheer me on. And, I love how many friends and family members have taken up running themselves, becoming inspired by my passion.
But more than anything, I love the feeling that running gives me during the run and after the run. There really is no place I’d rather be … the runner’s high is real, whether you’re running in the Mile High City or not!