|Almost exactly a year ago.|
I used to hate running. Hate. With fiery rage. When other students were running the mile around campus in high school, my friends and I were trotting behind everyone, possibly hiding in corners smoking cigarettes and gossiping about our fellow drama nerds.
Even after college, I wasn't into it. I needed to lose weight but I got so discouraged because I would go less than half a mile and get winded. Hated running. Hated. Fiery rage. Also it was so boring. I mean you're just running. No stimulation, nothing. Treadmill? Even worse. Even when my stories were on the tv box at the gym.
I did my first (and prior to this time last year, only) half marathon in New Orleans in 2005 with my friend Brandon. We trained and fund-raised with APLA, and it was a great time (anything is fun with Brandon), and a great entry into the world of training for and running long races. Well maybe not a great entry, as I didn't run another long race until 2012. But I definitely had a sense of pride and accomplishment after that race. I did this. Go me.
And the run was rad. There's nothing like crossing a finish line. It was like getting a tattoo - as soon as you're done, you think about the next one. I signed up for a 10-mile with my friend Josh and the New Year's Eve half marathon with Victoria. The 10-mile was uphill for the last two miles, which was hellish but exhilarating. For the New Year's Half, we missed the start (typical LA traffic, typical LA fashionably late girls) and arrived just as they were deflating the arch - such a pathetic sight. We decided to run anyway, even though we weren't being chip timed, and we finally caught up with the walkers around mile two. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see (and then pass) a group of people in my life.
|Dodger Stadium at night!|
What I remember most about that race was when we had finished and were walking back to the car, Victoria told me about the film idea she had come up with during the race. She had an outline and everything. I tried to remember what I thought about during the past two hours or so of running, and the answer was surprising: nothing. Glorious nothing.
Anyone who knows me knows that I pretty much never stop doing, thinking, analyzing, moving, considering, questioning. The revelation that I could go an entire two hours moving, yes, but not dwelling on anything long enough for it to stick, floored me.
When I'm running, my thoughts go something like this: "I wonder what kind of dog that is. Try to breathe four strides in and four strides out. I love this song! Does that bicyclist see me? Oooh, that's a nice house. What flower is that? It smells good." Totally present, totally in the moment. My brain is close to empty. Which is wonderful.
|Shel and Shel|
My friends and the LA race community as a whole have also helped me find the fun in running (funning?) - between wearing leotards, legwarmers and shiny tights with Victoria and Marko for the Awesome 80s run and crawling through mud with Dana, Shannon and Sarah for the LoziLu (#ladyrun) Mud Run. Coming up is the Vampire Run, in which half the runners are vampires and half the runners are victims and the trails converge and the vampires "turn" the victims. (Apparently it's no longer acceptable to just have a normal 5K, not that I'm complaining.)
I didn't used to like solitude, and now I crave it. And I didn't used to like running, but now I love it. I'm nervous about running the race by myself tomorrow, but I'm also really excited (my only fear is that I won't wake up in time!). Something has shifted in me, and I'm so appreciative of my legs and my head for keeping up.