One Foot After The Other – repost

This morning I ran the Cambridge Half Marathon.  I love that distance and it was great to be running through a city that’s become so familiar to me over the past 7 years, a city my children call home.  I had a great run, a good time (I’m not sure if it’s a PR, since I stopped keeping track of these things, but I was pleased – faster than I thought I would be), and really and truly enjoyed every step.  It feels great to be able to run.  I had a small cheering section at mile 11 and afterwards joined them for a ‘Mothering Sunday’ roast dinner for families at my husband’s college.  Such a nice day. 

I thought about reposting this blog entry on Friday in anticipation of the event.  But sometimes I’m a bit superstitious about these things and I wanted to wait until I had actually done the run.  This afternoon, I looked at the post again and realized it was my very first post (beyond the ‘hello world’ pages to clear one’s throat).  It feels like I’ve come miles since that first post.  But the sentiments still ring true.  

3 June 2011

I’ve signed up for a half-marathon.   The last one I did was 3 years ago.  It marked the beginning of a chapter – an episode about teaching a subject I love (physics) in a country where I am a guest (the UK).   In the end, I think I learned more about the unwritten rules of navigating another country’s educational system than my students learned about physics.  I guess not all exchanges can be equal.  But that chapter has ended for now.   My final teaching day was last week.  So, another long run, to mark the end of the chapter.  Or perhaps the beginning of a new one.

I’ve run 5 marathons.  For the first, I counted all the training miles.  I wanted to run from a point where I felt lowest and farthest away from myself to a point I could call home.   At the time, that distance was about 2,000 miles.  It worked.  Running 2,000 miles did bring me closer to home.   During the long runs – somewhere about 10 miles in – I feel like I’ve finally reached my stride, I’ve entered a sacred space.  It’s the training runs more than the race-day that I become addicted to.  Marathons 2,3, and 4 punctuated that addiction.  I loved the deep fatigue, the solitude, the independence and feeling of strength.  And somewhere between marathons 4 and 5, my son arrived.  Motherhood enlarged my world, changed my running.   I stopped counting miles, timing practice runs, keeping a log.  I ran for release, for joy, with the jogging stroller and without, to marvel at the world.  I laced up my shoes and ran through blueberry fields, up big hills, through leafy suburbs, along old train tracks.   When my son was almost two, he and his cousins cheered me on as I ran my 5th marathon.  After a transatlantic move and the birth of our daughter, finding time to put on my shoes and do up the laces was scarce.  But somehow, I still ran.  Running acquired yet another dimension.  It became a space to redefine myself and my boundaries.  A time to dream a bit while my feet went on their merry way. A brief escape into anonymity.  Perhaps I was slower because I wanted to savour the steps.   And when I returned to teaching, the running gradually slowed, eventually stopped.  I missed it.

And now?  I’ve stepped out of the classroom and I stand at a crossroads. I’m not sure what comes next.  Instead of waking early to prepare a lesson or mark papers, I wake early and put on my shoes.  I slip out into the dawn chorus and head down the street.  Soon I’m on a gravel lane, and then by a river.  Above the sound of my shoes on the stones, I can hear the wind’s chords through the fields and the trees.   Although the day may bloom into summer warmth, the morning is cool and easy.   My legs are happy.  They know this routine, they love this kind of play.   They welcome me back.  Even though it’s 5000 miles to the point I first ran towards and I’m headed in the opposite direction, I’m running towards home.

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One Response to One Foot After The Other – repost

  1. Rachael says:

    The half marathon is my favorite distance. Perhaps one day I will run one again. For now, I am happy enough with my all-too-occasional, very slow, a-bit-more-than-three-mile runs around Prospect Park. Usually with the Gnome in a stroller.

    As for marathon training: I loved the deep fatigue, the solitude, the independence and feeling of strength. Oh, yes!


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