7 mile easy
Marathon is a lonely sport. Some would disagree and call the whole thing nuts. But with the hundreds and thousands of runners gather at the starting line, only one matters – me. Having said that, everyone carries a personal story that got them to the starting line.
It is true that no one else could finish the race for me. No one else would feel the struggle I experience. The mile after mile training runs I have practiced. Nope. Only I alone know. Be that as it may, no reason to make the marathon running more lonely than it’s necessary.
At the Starbucks today, an older gentleman sat down at a table next to mine. He was wearing a finisher shirt from the 2016 Marine Corps Marathon. All I had to do was mentioning casually that I too am a marathoner, we spent the next 20 minutes talking everything about our families, running shoes, etc.
Tom is 77 years old, a thyroid cancer survivor, and a finisher of the Marine Corps marathon 4 times. On his bucket list is qualifying for the Boston Marathon. His dilemma however is that his Oncologist, and by extension his family, told him to stop running for the fear of dislodging the tumor located in his spine.
First of all, I wish that I could still run when I get to Tom’s age. Even though I ran the Boston back in 2008, I like to do it again but this time do it the right way – no injury, no over training, and no mental anguish. I have learned over the years that I am running for my health.
Before the two former strangers shook hand and parted way, I suggested to Tom perhaps he could volunteer at the next Boston Marathon. To immerse in the event, feel the spirit and the atmosphere without the running. It was an earnest recommendation from one marathoner to another.
What bonds you with others?