If there is one thing I definitively am not – it is a runner. The closest I get to running is my airport speed walk when my flight arrives late and I am at risk of missing my connecting flight. I have never even been remotely drawn to the notion of running. Hopping, skipping and jumping are okay by me, but I am pretty sure I would have to be attempting to move myself or my children out of harm’s way to actually conceive running.
I really admire runners. And I mean admire as in respect them (so as to not confuse this discussion with my past discussions of admiration of cute male shirtless runners – who I wasn’t really respecting all that much, but still deeply admired). I think it is amazing the amount of time runners devote to their training and their personal improvement in the sport.
For the past few months, many local runners have been preparing for the Fargo Marathon (the 5k was tonight). Tomorrow they will participate with runners from all over the country that travel to Fargo to participate in what has become a very well-respected marathon event. The marathoners will run 26.2 miles…uff dah. 26.2 miles is about the distance between West Fargo and Kindred. I don’t even want to drive that far, but God bless the marathoners they will run it with joy. As I said before, I admire runners. They are more committed than I could ever be.
I know a number of runners, but tonight I want to give a shout out to one of my favorite runners – a fellow blogger on Area Voices whose personal running successes I follow on his blog – Jim Lindlauf. In his blog today he talked about gathering all the items he needed for the marathon tomorrow to include his nipple band aids (yet another reason why I will never be a runner). From Jim’s blogs I have come to more completely understand that running is a commitment to self and running in a marathon is a test of that commitment.
So – run Jim, run! I hope your experience is all you hope it will be – I know you have worked hard to get to this point. Even without taking a single step in that marathon you have already accomplished much and you should be proud.
Day six hundred and eighty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da