Dear Lovely Hares,
I am in awe of all of you. Your form, your pace, your finishing time – tremendous. I lay at your feet inspired by your greatness. (Please don't step on me.) I do realize that only began training (seriously) four months ago. I do realize that I have improved by leaps and bounds in the past two months. I do realize my limitations and also my strengths. But I feel it only fair that I should disclose this one thing:
I. RUN. SO. SLOW.
I read about your average pace of somewhere in the eight minute range and I think, “WOW.” My next thought is then “I want to be like them.” My third thought is: “I will probably run this HALF marathon in nearly the same time as you hares ran a FULL marathon! Holy crap!” And then I give myself a break and remember that my hard, outer shell weighs more than it used to…even if the weight is (slowly) going
down. I also remember that my back end…yeah, my back end sort of works like an anchor at this point. I also remind myself that I’m running ever so much farther than I ever have. That the self proclaimed hater of “running” is actually running. For miles at a time! And really, the bright side of all of this is that even after next Sunday has come and gone, there can only be room for improvement.
However, please note that, until further notice, I reserve the right to steal someone else’s number at the finish line and give their finishing time instead.
Your Friend, Tortoise.