The first ten miles of the marathon, I would have run with my head. Knowing my my abilities as well as my limitations; conservation is key for these miles.
The second ten miles I would have run with my legs. I've done the work. I've logged the miles. I am physically capable.
The next 10k or 6.2 miles is where I've struggled. They say you're supposed to run these with your heart. But what's that mean exactly? Throughout my life, women have influenced who I am today (makes a lot of sense now, huh?). My heart is with them. My last 10k is for them.
mile 21 - my Lola, my grandmother on my dad's side, basically raised me.
fed me. bathed me. and even wiped my butt when I would scream 'a lee na ku
besa'. I love my Lola. I miss her much.
mile 22 - my mother. she's worked so hard for me to have the opportunity to
succeed. I hope she's proud of me. I love my Mom.
mile 23 - my sister. her obsession w/ late 80s / early 90s boy bands has
clearly molded my current taste in music. in spite of that, i still love her.
mile 24 & 25 - my wife. for the last 13 years she's been there for me
when I failed. she makes me want to succeed. be better than I am. I
love my wife.
mile 26 & 26.2 - my daughter. I could write all day about this little
girl. she is my heart. I love my daughter.
Things could go wrong and I might not reach my goal. But if i run 6.2 strong miles in the end, I will consider it a success.
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