I’ll run another marathon, “when pigs fly.” And of course, as predictable as the cliche, Katherine went and found pigs that can fly…..and so it begins.
I’ve gotten the most information about this race from a woman, in a woman’s bathroom, after running club, while changing out of winter wet running clothes….did she think I would easily scare? Clearly the humor of the situation, along with the toughness of just keeping up with some of the fastest “boy” runners I know, while trekking the streets of Detroit, eluded said information giver.
Through her story of self-promoting her own Flying Pig marathon triumph, I heard:
Harder than Boston
Tough training (yes again)
And then what I REALLY heard:
This lady has no idea who Katherine is.
And so it begins. My winter of not training for Boston and “hibernating” has been abruptly shaken awake and the first box to be unpacked from my un-had winter slumber was the one simply labeled, “Kacey Winter Running.”
Apparently I’ve got a “determined look in my eye” when talking about shaking off the cobwebs and if we’re going to do this thing, we’re going to do it right. Shaving off 10 minutes from our previous Chicago Marathon debut break-out was clearly just that, the beginning of personal goals for a greater cause. In addition to running again only when “pigs can fly” I had also decided to run “races” for core causes and life themes I stand for: my friend Katherine (enough said), for my daughter to see a mama who doesn’t quit, the health of my parents, my friend Sarah and our unlikely perfect partnership, our friend Marcus and his own uphill race, my sister who has become my hero that I’ve never told, our unlikely friend Brian who really is living the change he wants to see in the world, and to give me a path, that isn’t a path, so I never take for granted this gift that is my present. Each step we take forward and up is because we can….