Marathon Monday in Boston is one of my favorite days of the year. In the 5 years I have been here I have been able to either watch it from the finish line, Fenway Park or on TV in the background of the bar. This year I watched it from my couch like a total slug.
It is the most inspiring day of the year for me, and it felt wrong to be napping sporadically while watching all these incredible people cross the finish line and cry tears of joy from their accomplishment. Hey, I had an 11-hour layover, missed my connection and got 2 hours of sleep on the Atlanta airport floor, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Excuses, I know.
It was the first time I got to watch it in the comfort of my own home, and it had it’s perks. Sure, the news anchors were running out of small talk (no pun intended) but watching all the runners running for their causes gave me all the feels.
Parents who’s children are sick, or passed away.
Veterans running for their friends who couldn’t.
Husbands and wives running finishing the race together (and at the same time) – THE SAME TIME? I love my hubs, but I just know that I would probably sprint at the last minute just to say I won (ha, he would do the same).
It was so uplifting, and that is why I love Patriot’s Day (Marathon Monday) in Boston.
I am not a runner, never have been. That would be Amy’s department. However, I have always TRIED to get into it. A handful of 5k’s, pathetic attempts of running around the park/bay near my apartment, ‘fun runs’ with random people to mingle – I never loved it. I loved the feeling afterward, but it was never enough for me to keep it going. What is this ‘runner’s high’ I kept hearing so much about?
There was one particular woman who’s friend was interviewed. She had been hit by a car and had a rough road of rehab ahead. When she was able to, she started running again – she ran at least 1 mile a day, every day. It’s been ~ 3 years and she has stuck to that goal and it seems attainable – and she ran the marathon this year.
I was moved by all the beautiful reasons people run that I decided I need to get my butt off the couch and get into it. People overcome so much more than we realize, and I have no excuse. I really loved the 1-mile/day idea – and now that it’s getting warmer out, that should be feasible for me. Or…7 miles a week, in case I feel extra ambitious on the weekend. Hold me accountable, people. I need motivation.
I should probably go back and DVR the Marathon to give me a little boost when I need it, but it’s typically enough to get me through to next year.
What is your motivation? I have a lot, but a top contender would be food. More running = more food. Right?