I'm currently sitting in a shuttle bus at Roosevelt and Wabash that will take me to the health + fitness expo at McCormick place to pick up my bib. I have a little less than 48 hours until the marathon. I'm feeling nervous. Extremely nervous.
I've often said that the difference between good and great is just 1%. The delta between someone in the top 5% of wage earners in this country and someone in the top 10% can be as little as 1%. It doesn't take a whole lot of effort to stand out and get ahead of the person next to you. Most times, all it takes is just an extra 1% of energy, effort, determination or the willingness to try something different. Work a little harder or work a little smarter. That's all it takes. Those who reap the greatest rewards in life...most often just put in a little more...that's the 1% I'm talking about.
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I'm running the marathon under the charity of "Girls in the Game."
Let me start by saying, I know the marathon is meant to be a running sport; however, I'm coming to terms with the fact that I may have to walk it. It seems my groin drives a hard bargain.
On August 5th, it was a very warm day. After the heat, I decided to jog in the evening. When evening rolled around - it began to storm. Although I typically love to run in the rain, this was the thundering, windy, lightening type of storm that seems to be part of August this year. I opted to put in the quick 3 miles on the treadmill. Those miles were quick....
You know what I'm talking about. It's that point when things start to go wrong. Problems come in threes. The car needs new tires, new brakes and the transmission needs to be flushed...all at the same time. It happens in running too. Your knees start to hurt, you're thirsty and you just want to quit.
Everything is relative. Remember when you bought your first car and every car payment seemed like a mortgage payment. Then you started paying rent and that car payment didn't seem so bad. Then you started paying on your first mortgage and that old rent payment seemed small in comparison. It's all relative.
Ugh!!! Flexibility is not in my vocabulary. I wish it were. In no way, shape, or form, am I flexible. Some people seem to just go with the flow. I admire them. They can change plans, change gears and change their minds like most people change their underwear. For me, don't be late, don't change the location of the meeting place and don't change my workout plans.
During my 13-mile run on Saturday, I spied about ten elk lounging on the forest floor. I've biked, roller-bladed and walked Busse Wood's trails many times, but it's one of the first opportunities where I actually had a good view of Elk Grove Village's namesake.
After today's 3 miles, I have some renewed vigor in my running. Not much, but some. I don't know what I thought it would "mean" to become a runner...but I did have a certain picture in my mind, maybe a picture of a greyhound. A determined breed with a constant eye towards the stuffed rabbit that would always be just out of reach. I figured that much running would make me sleek too....