A couple of things have happened recently that have made me wonder why I want to continue to run the marathon. When my husband gave me a whole pile of gu for Christmas, my instant response was, "This will get me through at least two marathon training seasons." He gave me a look as if he was completely shocked (sidenote: does he think gu tastes so good I eat it for fun??). And when I started talking about doing Madison in the spring and actually registered for it, I again got a little gripe from my husband.
I never thought I would run a marathon. When I was younger, I was the nerdy, indoor kid - give me a book or let me practice the piano and I was happy. I could not finish the one mile run in gym class without walking. Even once I started running, I assumed I would be happy with 5k's and 10k's. I remember saying, "I know I'll never want to run a full marathon."
Fast forward to today: I've completed three fulls and am registered for my fourth. I'm planning on getting in my fifth and possibly my sixth this year as well. I don't see an end to my marathon days. Why wasn't one enough? I think there is something a tiny bit magical about the marathon. It's not just the race itself. It's the months of anticipation and planning, picturing myself crossing the finish line as I cross off all my training runs. It's the mix of fear and excitement at the start line, and knowing there are thousands of people standing around me feeling the same way. It's having those moments where I think there is absolutely no way I will be able to finish and then running one more mile. It's finding enough energy to "sprint" across the finish line.
Why do you return to the marathon?