I like running in road races. Signing up for one forces me to exercise and keep up my discipline and motivation to stay healthy and fit. By staying driven, I stay sane and calm as well. I feel that I am a better parent and wife. I have more tolerance and less frustration of the little things that usually push my buttons.
I like races because I know that I am a strong runner and I like to see how I compare to other women my age (not only am I driven, I admit I am also somewhat competitive).
I like races because even though each year I get older, I am staying just as fast, so it keeps me feeling young. Though post race recuperation time and injury occurrence do betray my true age.
I like road races because I feel like I am in a parade. There are spectators clapping and waving to you. You wave back to strangers. There is music, smiles, camaraderie. There are bands and posters. And at the end, you get a medal! There are photos and post race commentaries with other runners.
All of this is for me. For my health, my sanity, my self-esteem. Sure it is also good role modeling for my family but in essence I run for me.
I can't imagine doing all this for selfish gains, having a bomb go off, lose my leg or worse my life, have my child killed or maimed and have my running affect the rest of my family in such a horrendous way. I know it would not be my fault, but I can imagine feeling that I had put my family in danger because I wanted to have the bragging rights of running in a road race.
I am signed up for the Toronto Women's Half Marathon at the end of May. Right now though, I am not in a mood for a parade.
That is how I feel today. I don't know how I will feel tomorrow.
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