Now, I run for races. It gives me a deadline and motivates me to get out there an do it. And, over the years, I've come to like running a little bit. I still have a long way to go. I still don't love it, but I think I can one day.
Last weekend, I loved running. Yes. More than "like," I loved it.
A few months ago, a friend told me there was an opening on her Ragnar team. What is it? Ragnar, Napa Valley...the best relay race ever. Starting from Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, and ending in Calistoga. 200 miles.
I was really looking forward to running Ragnar. However, I was sorely unprepared. I had wanted to run while I was in Utah, but it was so hot, I just couldn't. (or decided I couldn't...whatever) Shortly after returning from Utah, I hurt my back. And not just a little. For about 3 weeks, I was in extreme pain. I was icing my back all day long, going to a chiropractor 3x a week, and still needing help to get up in bed. After only 3 weeks, I was beginning to think that I would never feel better and would have to survive the rest of my life feeling pain. Oh how my sympathy grew for those with chronic pain.
I wasn't able to run for a while. And Ragnar was quickly approaching. Before Ragnar, I was running a painful 13 minute mile. I could barely run a mile straight. My back had really taken a toll on me. I told my team leader, Scott, that I'd be much slower than anticipated. He didn't care.
|Wine country. It was gorgeous. I appreciated the beauty of the landscape far more when the others were running.|
|Yeah! Team "Running on Fumes" makes it to the end.|