Google led me to a blurb about Bob Pablo, "He got his start in a half marathon . . . walked the 13 miles. At the time he weighed 400 pounds. He’s been running 13 miles a week since then." Lo & behold, I went out today & did 3.03 miles & shaved 2.5 minutes off my average pace! GO, ME!
Immediately below the paragraph about Bob Pablo (http://calorielab.com/news/2005/09/07/running-your-ass-off-the-marathon-diet/), there is an article that begins, "Four male competitors died during the Great North Run, the world’s largest half-marathon event." First, chance of dying during a race is slim compared to many other means of death, including sports-related deaths. Secondly, though, let me be very clear to family and friends. If I die on June 14 at any point between the starting & finish lines, do not be sad. Be very happy for me. Maybe it's because I am blessed with an affliction called Runner's High or maybe it's because I will have accomplished something for myself or maybe because I will have been super proud of myself at that moment, a pride that took 55 years to achieve. Whatever the cause, let me die happy, let me die proud, let me die during the most ecstatic moment of my life, doing something I love. Don't get me wrong. I don't want to die & don't plan on dying, but IF that should happen, this is my stance. From her hospital bed, my mother died in my arms after less than a month of a leukemia diagnosis. We all have to die. If I have a choice of a hospital bed death or a running death, give me the latter every time. And folks are welcome to leave my body where it falls. I know where my soul is going. The body won't matter. I am very serious. No lawsuits, no regrets, no sadness. There is nothing like the euphoria I feel on the pavement (or gravel or whatever is under my feet). It's indescribable. But the pride I'm going to feel when I step across that starting line on June 14, yes, even at my pace, yes, even when I'm the last one, is going to be like no other. You see, it won't matter if I'm last because compared to all other moments of my life, that will be leaps & bounds in front of anything else I have accomplished. No one forces me to race. It's 100% my choice. My goals. I find it interesting that a few people have tried to tell me how "unhealthy" running is. Are you kidding me? There is nothing in this world healthier to me than being so intoxicated with jubilation. Nothing. So, even though I have more to accomplish in my life, if I have to die that day, I will have accomplished enough. I will have left an awesome legacy for my loved ones. No tears. Once I cross that starting line, no matter what, be thrilled! Trust me, I'll be ecstatic!
I run. I am a runner. I live & breathe running. I bleed pavement. Let me always run. If you don't know what a Runner's High is, I invite you to come run with me!