Five days have passed since I ran the Toronto Marathon. The pain is long gone. I’m back to running every day.
I’m a bit embarrassed about Sunday’s blog post. The one where I complained about all the pain I felt during the race, and how it sucked all of the joy out of the experience. A bit of a silly complaint, now that I think about it. You want joy, Dave? Take a bubble bath. Eat a chocolate chip cookie. Watch the monkeys at the zoo.
Marathons are supposed to hurt! That’s why they’re called marathons!
Anyhoo, the pain is now forgotten. And guess what – I want to run another race!
Right now. This instant. Okay, tomorrow. Okay, Sunday.
Not only do I want to run another marathon. I want to run it fast!
All that stuff I wrote on Sunday, about never again wanting to ruin a race fast? Forget that. That was the pain talking. That wasn’t me. That was an imposter. The pain weenie:
Don’t listen to him. He’s a famous complainer – especially around kilometer 32. He’ll come around once the race is over. Ignore him if you can. Instead, listen to THIS guy:
See that? He’s flying. He’s moving so fast, his feet don’t even touch the ground. And he’s one step away from reaching a long-held goal.
A weird goal, I’ll admit: running a marathon in less than 3 hours. It prompted a lot of friends to ask me: why do you run so much?
Excellent question. Wish I had a good answer. But the truth is, I just feel great when I run.
I’m like that dog in your house who perks up his ears and starts whimpering at the front door when you accidentally say the word “outside.” The dog whose tail starts smacking the floor when you get the leash out the closet, and who literally explodes out the front door before you’ve even unchained it.
Have you seen the dog in this video? It’s basically me. This is how I feel when I run: