I keep coming back for more. Not as much as I'd like because training is long and involved. But, there is something about long distance races that keep me coming back. This one was in the furniture capital of the world, High Point, North Carolina. The run was great. The weather was overcast. The people were friendly. I finished strong--just over two hours to run the 13.1-mile course.
But, I don't think it is those details and the obvious thrill of racing, but the more subtle "type and shadow" that I've found in it. The metaphor is obvious, too, and I won't hash it all out for you here. After logging hours and hours of training for this day--race day, when at the end of the course you have your people waiting for your arrival, it is a special sort of "rewarding". You've physically exhausted yourself which seems to cleanse and reawaken your mental self. In preparation for a welcome reunion.
My breath was literally taken away as I choked down the emotion of it. Lucy joined me to cross the finish and came away with her own medal. Sweet.
She says, "Mom, we won the race!!"