It’s hard to believe I went a full year without running a race. Even though I participated in an 8K in 2013, I did not earn a medal, and I’ve been grappling with that frustration for months.
This is my medal collection to date: One full marathon and ten half marathons.
I love this display dearly. Chuck commissioned an artist to create the background and then pulled together a shadow box with hooks to display the medals. It hangs on the wall in our bedroom, right next to the treadmill. I see it every morning when I wake up and every evening before I fall asleep. But what I see is not necessarily what you see.
You see 11 medals.
I see an empty spot.
It’s a smug little spot too, jabbing me every chance it gets, taunting and teasing and telling me I’m lazy.
Well, forget you, Empty Spot! I’ve signed up for a race. So THERE.
That means I’m carving out time to run longer distances and sticking to a schedule to help get me back to 13 miles. It’s not that I stopped running in 2013, but I probably haven’t run more than six miles since November 2012.
Guess who is really excited about training? As soon as I lace up my shoes, he’s at my feet wagging his entire body.
Let me translate this precious face for you: I see your shoes. I LOVE those shoes. Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh. TAKE ME TOO. Oh please, oh please, oh please. Can I go? Just say it. Just say that one word. PLEASE MAY I GO? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. JUST SAY THAT WORD.
To which I reply, “Do you wanna go?”
Then he wiggles and barks and tries to contain himself while I hook him to the leash. We run and we both love it and he gets all the attention because he’s beautiful.
Finally, there’s the aftermath, when he melts into the floor and sleeps for three hours. ♥