Two of my friends are right now, at this very minute, running the 2007 Marine Corps Marathon in D.C. One of them has just passed 19 miles and is on pace to finish in just over three hours. The other is more like I was—she’s just passed 10 miles and is on pace to finish in just over 5 hours. Go, kids, go!
The MCM and the training for it were, combined, among the very most fulfilling, satisfying, and rewarding—and therefore enjoyable and memorable—things I’ve done. Yet, just two years later, my life has become so different now from what it was then that I hardly believe I really did that, that that was really me.
What does it mean when people become strangers even to themselves? [tags]running, marathon[/tags]
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3 Comments so far. Leave a comment below.Thanks for the shout out imbroglio… I’m a failure… I ran the MCM in 3h 58m 25s. The last six were killer. I guess that’s what happens when you run like a berserker the first 20.
Under 4 hours is a brilliant time, if you ask me. I aspire to do that one day, although admittedly I’m doing nothing to reach that goal. I need to start running again. I’m just lazy enough to say I can’t find the time.
Did you guys train w/any fundraising groups, or did you just go out and do it?
We trained, but not with a fundraising group. We’re too individualistic. We didn’t even run together save one time in six months. Our paces were just too different to make that a viable option. It was definitely a life changing experience. You know… hip replacements, artificial knees, etc.