Sometimes I cry. For me, tears are part release and part self-expression. I do a lot of "Oh, that's sooooo sad" crying (what with the jets continually crashing and children continuously starving), and I also have spells of "Oh, that's soooo great" tears streaming down my face. Which is why I just didn't sign up to run the Buffalo Marathon. While I watched the promotional video on the marathon's website, sitting in my healthy, well-trained body, my mind confident from the successful 20-mile run I had yesterday, my heart began overflowing with emotion: Love for my city, appreciation for being a runner, and a wealth of gratitude that came pouring out of my eyes and dripping onto my keyboard. How incredibly lucky am I to live in a beautiful city filled with a familyhood of runners, and I get to run 26.2 miles through it, with them - shit, more tears. If you're not a runner, check out the video and allow yourself to be inspired; if you do run, I dare you NOT to sign up for some part of marathon weekend's events.
I am ending this post abruptly so that I can sign myself up for real.
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