Update: the hotel didn’t have a pool. Running and weights instead.
Reviewing my play lists in a desire to find something motivational and inspiring I opted for my San Fransisco Marathon play list…sigh.
In running to Let’s Get it Started by the Black Eyed Peas, I found myself envisioning the starting line and the hoards of people amidst the cool San Fran morning. The fantasy land of Niketown (aka heaven)…I have a pretty good pace going.
Next song, TNT by AC/DC which is symbolic of Team In Training, an organization who got me started in the marathon running arena, all in an effort to raise money for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I reflected on the patient honorees, the memorials, pictures, the signs of hope and encouragement, but also the pain and suffering. It reminded me of Amy Barlett’s story of choosing hope. I had a few flutters of emotion.
Born to Run by the Boss himself (Bruce Springsteen) brought me back into running mode. Intensity, Care free, Peaceful, Just me and the road (along with 10,000 other women). It took me back to the place of happy thoughts: the view of the sunrise on the golden gate bridge, rounding the corner from a bluff for my first glimpse of the ocean engulfing the horizon, and the feeling of empowerment when running with thousands of women and crossing the line of accomplishment (and greeted by cute men handing out Tiffany’s necklaces)…..YES!
Yet inevitably there is always a wall to be hit. As luck would have it, the next song (while being a great song) didn’t do much for the inspiration. Glory Days again by Bruce. Hm, you mean the days when I was working out 3 hours a day. Or the days when I set the school record in college in the heptathlon (that’s seven track events in one meet with the results added up to produce a score). How about the day I qualified provisionally for nationals in the High Jump? Or better yet, just 3 years ago when I was running sub-8 minute miles in training for the Chicago Marathon. Yep, as the lyrics state: “They’ll pass you by, Glory Days.” Seeing how my past 3 marathons have drastically increased in time, and most recently I was striving to maintain my 10 minute pace…who am I kidding, more like 11 minute pace.
I have a feeling my glory days are gone. Especially when I find myself sweating profusely, and feeling the burn in every muscle in my body after only 15 minutes on the ‘mill. Wow…that sucked, but thanks for trying Bruce.
Looking on the bright side, I did manage to make it to the exercise room at 10:30 PM and fit in a 45 minute workout. That’s more than I can say for the past 39 days.