Archive | September, 2007

Going the Distance

19 Sep

I sometimes joke (though not often out loud) that as an English major and film minor, I find symbolism everywhere. So it’s no surprise that I find endless metaphors for running in my life.

At festivals, when you really can’t get a moment’s peace (ear plugs and an eye mask when you go to bed are the closest things to solitude), running helps me literally put distance between myself and the festival and get some space. I’ve written before about how tackling hills is an endless series of challenge and accomplishment — and how hills that seem insurmountable at first get easier the more often I face them. I mean, how can you miss that? It’s so obvious, it feels like I wrote it in high school.

But the other thing that strikes me about the way I run is that I’m a distance runner. I always have been. I’m terrible at the fast sprints where you go all out and then — over. I need time to settle in, and once I do, you can drop me in Golden Gate Park, and I’ll happily run for 6, 7, 8 miles and feel like I can keep going.

I always feel that’s a metaphor for how I deal with a lot of things in my life. I stay in for the long haul, whether I should or not. But I am proud that I can and do go the distance. I’m proud of myself that I’m capable of that, like I’m proud that my body can run 6 or 8 miles and not crumble after. And it makes me happy. At mile 2 today, with the Nike Club Run, I just got into that zone. I was smiling. I just wanted to keep running forever.

Tiffany wasn’t feeling quite so exuberant. I noticed after we turned around at Aquatic Park that she wasn’t talking as much (If you know Tiffany, you know that this is a sign of something. Could be fine, could be bad, but it’s not the norm). So I picked up the slack. For the first time in my life, I did a six-mile run and talked almost the whole time (If you know me, you know that this, too, is not the norm).

That’s when I realized that even though I’m hopelessly undertraining, I can totally do this half-marathon. Not fast. But not slowly either. And definitely all 13.1 miles. Because once I get going, I can just keep on happily going — or grumpily going, depending on my mood. But I’m going to do this. And it’ll be hard and good and awesome. Like a lot of things in life.

Oh, and Tiffany and I still ran 11-minute miles — with a million red lights and tourists by Fisherman’s Wharf. What?!?!


What color orange am I?

19 Sep

I’m slightly jealous that Gillian was CNET orange and I’m not. But I do ever so love cameos.

You Are Cameo

You are understanding and very empathetic.
You don’t tend to have acquaintances. Everyone is your friend.
And all of your friends tend to be friends. You have a knack for bringing very different people together.

What Color Orange Are You?

Eight Mile High

9 Sep

There are two things I’m thankful for today.

  1. I’m in better shape than Britney Spears.
  2. I can run 8 miles.

I mean, I know Britney’s a train wreck, but really? I have a more toned tummy than her? How did that happen?

I finally figured out where the Nike Marathon training schedule was on the site (how did I miss it before?), and realized that I’m totally undertraining. I freaked out for a moment, but the good thing about actually running again is that I’m realizing why I do this.

So why am I doing it? Running is a constant series of successes. Every time I make it to the top of a hill, every stride or pickup I add, every time I up my mileage or cut minutes off my time, it’s an accomplishment. I did that Noe hill twice today. I rock!

Oh, and the other thing I realized? I accidentally bought the wrong width sneakers. So now I have to buy a(nother) new pair. Why must running shoes be so expensive?