So, the next day, before I could change my mind, I signed up for the Myles Standish Marathon, which was taking place on November 17th, in Plymouth, MA. The race was small (about 300 runners), close by (45 min drive) and inexpensive ($50). Done and done. Five weeks, I thought, would give me just enough time to both recover from Hartford and to re-amp up my mileage for Plymouth. I was looking at it as an opportunity to try again under very little stress and with no expectations other than to finish strong and have fun. Game on. The lead up to this second race was everything that Hartford was not. First, there was no fanfare. I decided to keep the fact that I was running it to myself. This was a personal journey and there was no reason to shout about it on Facebook or Twitter. I didn't even tell my parents I was doing it. Second, for all 5 of those weeks, I was completely focused on my high school cross country team. The girls would be competing in their League Meet, their Divisional Meet and, assuming they made it, their State meet. My training was secondary to my job for those few weeks and the distraction was both welcome and appreciated.
|LHS Ladies after finishing 4th in the EMASS Divisional meet, good|
enough for a spot at the State meet the next week.
|Rebecca T-W & I at the start of the race.|
|The hills were alive with the|
sounds of music and heavy breathing.
|Rebecca, Jayne (who came in right after me and happened|
to be wearing the same shorts) and I at the finish.
Listen to this:
We're On Our Way - Radical Face