To beat the heat this morning, Ryan and I got up early to run, which gave me a chance to watch the start of the marathon (while he was sloooowly crawling out of bed). I am just now watching the remainder of the event, as I paused it for our run, but I'm not going to lie - I may or may not have thought I was running in the Olympics when we headed out this morning.
I'm not sure how watching a televised marathon became an anticipated and exciting event for me. It was probably the 2010 NYC Marathon, when I went to watch and cheer on Sindy. Watching and hearing about the excitement on TV, and then being able to walk right outside to watch it all unfold in the flesh was exhilarating. The closeness a the broadcast allows for made the actual event feel so intimate. While I love watching so many other Olympic events, running naturally feels so close to me. I am aware of how removed I am from the realities of gymnastics, for example; how spoiled I am from watching the world's best every four years, unaware of the true skill and gifts they have. When I am watching distance running, I am in awe of their hard work, commitment, and strength in a way I simply can't conceive when watching other sports.
It's been a slow few weeks getting back into a routine, both in practice and in mind. Maybe it's been my return to Michigan and resuming a (minimally, to stay the least) schedule and day-to-day life. It could be all the outside factors in my life or in my running or in my Olympic watching. Most likely, it's a culmination of factors and I'm grateful for it all. It feels good to be nearing a mental place where I feel ready to train for my next half, where I'm excited, confident, and motivated.
Back to the event to see who the winners will be.....!
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