17 Miles. That is what I ran today. The longest and by far the most difficult run I have had to date. The first 15 miles went well despite the single digit temperatures and the wind chill that brought the â€œreal feelâ€ into the negatives. The last two miles- a totally different story.
Two miles- each step further than I had ever run before and I could barely move my feet, my legs, my arms. It doesnâ€™t sound like far in the grand scheme of things but it felt like forever. The thing is I could have easily quit. The last two miles is a loop around my house that at any point I could have abandoned and been home in just a few tenths of a mile. I had a phone in my running belt with my husband on standby (afraid of the wind chill I had asked him to be ready to pick me up if need be), I could have quit and called and been home in minutes flat.
With each step though, I thought of my partner, her strength and journey. I thought of other partners I met last year learning to get used to their new â€œnormal.â€ I thought about how privileged I am to be able to run the Boston Marathon, to get to build relationships with the people in this community. With each step I knew I couldnâ€™t/ wouldnâ€™t quit. There is no way I would have finished that run without them and no way Iâ€™ll make the 26.2 either. Never underestimate the importance of the partnership. Together we are strong.