Thursday, November 21, 2013
I ran my second marathon this past Sunday in Philadelphia. It had a completely different feel from my first one in Gettysburg. I ran both with my close friend, Caitlan who has been an unbelievable support system in my life for the past two years going through this journey.
As I ran Gettysburg, I remember feeling tough. As if it took every ounce of grit, determination, and focus to put one foot in the front of the other toward a huge goal that, at one point, had terrified me. When I finished, it was a flood of emotions having accomplished something I never thought would be possible.
Maybe it was the MUCH bigger crowd, maybe it was the “electric” feeling of the city, maybe I just relaxed a little knowing I had done it before… but Philadelphia was SO MUCH FUN. It felt more effortless. It was all the passion of running and all the excitement of a huge party (seriously… they gave me a beer at mile 23 lol). I was acutely aware that I was running just for the pure joy of it, because it felt good, because it is a privilege to be physically and mentally able. I spent 26.2 miles soaking it in, reading the signs, high-fiving, just loving being exactly where I was for that moment. When it was all over, Caitlan and I ran across our second finish line together. My family and friends came out in full support and charged up with alcohol-infused enthusiasm with t-shirts and signs. It was a moment that I will always be grateful for having lived.