It’s Remicade Day today, which means I was up nice and early this morning to squeeze in 5.5 miles before I head to the hospital.
The run went pretty well. I rushed to get out the door, which inevitably meant that around mile 3 I was in need of a pit stop. I’ve also been running on a solid streak getting no more than 5 hours of sleep each night. That’s starting to take a toll on me.
Needless to say I’m looking forward to my little siesta in the Remicade chair this morning.
So I’ve been writing a lot lately about racing. I’ve had a few discouraging races lately (the Brooklyn Half Marathon, the Mini 10K and, most recently, the Fairfield Half Marathon) that have left me feeling like I need to remember why I run: because I love it and because it’s fun.
One thing that reminds me of the beauty of running is talking to new runners.
I love sharing their excitement and hearing about their running experiences, whether it’s completing a full mile for the first time or registering for a first race.
Over the past month or so, my heart has surged with pride as more and more friends have come to me to talk about running. At the office I used to be the girl people came to when they wanted something from my candy dish. Now people stop by daily to talk about running, racing and my thoughts on barefoot running shoes. (I have no thoughts on that topic. Sorry.)
A few friends I want to call out for their awesome recent accomplishments:
Scott, a college friend who is preparing for his first 5K!
Mike, who commutes daily from Long Island into midtown Manhattan and has made an effort to throw on shoes when he gets home late at night. He’s up to 2 miles at a time and tells me he’s excited to start working striders into his routine. I love it.
Michael, a coworker who, despite her insanely busy schedule, has been waking up in the morning and running. We’re planning to run a 4-mile race together in September!
Rumor even has it that one of the members of the production team working on the Run For The Rabbit campaign hit up JackRabbit last night to invest in his first pair of running shoes. Evidently he told the JackRabbit staff that he felt like he should start running after “spending all this time surrounded by runners.”
Be warned, friends: it’s addicting.
So today I High 5 all of you — seasoned runners, banging out 7-minute miles, and beginners, learning the beauty of bruised toenails — for lacing up your sneakers and getting out there. You all inspire me every single day. Keep it up.
TELL ME: Who has inspired you recently?