This is the part where I am supposed to write a recap of the Boston Marathon. Where I am supposed to write about how everything went and how I felt at each mile and each aid station and before and after the race. And while I love reading race recaps, I’m not a huge fan of writing them. It’s partly because by now, you’ve probably read a lot of recaps and already know that it was really hot and super sunny, and have read enough about how the race works and all the logistics that you could run it yourself. And it’s partly because in some ways, the marathon all runs together for me now, not in a bad way, but just in that I was in either such a euphoric, ecstatic state or in a complete zone out and just push through mode, that I don’t really remember everything about every mile or every section, just certain moments. Certain, bring me to tears, can’t really describe them moments.
But I do remember that it was absolutely incredible. I do remember that it was one of the best running experiences and race experiences of my life and that today, almost a week after, I am still sad that it is over. Sad that I am back home and not still in Boston on that high, and that I would do it all again tomorrow if I could. I’m not in this post-race state of not wanting to run again or feeling like I need a break, but rather I’m in this state of craving long runs again, wanting my recovery to hurry up so that I can get back to my normal paces and distances and be back to the daily run grind. And more than that, so that I can challenge myself and push harder.
Boston lit this fire inside of me that is making me restless for more, that showed me I had more potential, more to give, more to expect, and that if nothing else, I want to push myself harder and challenge myself more. There’s this high I get from running, this makes-me-giddy, can’t-get-enough-of-it high that I don’t experience from anything else. It’s ignited by the energy and the people who pull together as a huge running community in an event like Boston. It’s ignited by my own inner drive and the pure joy I get from the sport, despite its ups and downs and miles of convincing yourself of all the reasons you shouldn’t quit right now. And it’s ignited by the knowledge that the quest for more is never over, and that sometimes it just takes something huge and inspiring to remind you that you can keep pushing for more.
Whether you’re a runner, or an athlete, a mom or a hard-working entrepreneur, where’s the area of your life where you can push harder? Where’s your more? I’m not talking about where you can be better than somebody else, or beat out your competition, I’m talking about where you can be better than yourself, beat your own competition and give more than you gave yesterday, be better than you were last time. That area of your life where maybe you have let yourself maintain more of the status quo and stand beside the wall instead of breaking it down. That area of your life where maybe you’re scared to go for more, or worried it won’t work out, or don’t know where to start. You have more inside of you. You’re better than you give yourself credit for and you just have to go out and get it. Take some time this week to see where that area of your life is, and then, as they say in Boston “dig deep” and make it happen. Because as soon as these quads stop hurting, I’ll be doing the same!