Saturday, March 28, 2009
I Survived 21-Miles
Despite the fact that I called Om Bro last night and told him I planned to prepare my obituary for him, in the event that I didn't make it back from Hopkinton this morning (I like to plan ahead), I'm still alive and kicking. Scratch that; "kicking" is probably an overstatement. I do, however, feel good. In moments, euphoric. I ran farther than I ever have in my life today. I tested myself. I supported others, and I leaned on them too. I discovered that salt is my secret weapon (followed closely by Kanye West), and the only thing better than getting stronger is actually realizing that you are stronger than you previously thought possible. To be candid, as recently as two weeks ago, I still thought, "Oh, hell no, I can't do this." Thankfully, I was wrong.