Thoughts From After the Race
With a clarity of purpose* I would not gain until after the fact (*I was temporarily delusional), I signed up for my first-ever Moonlight Run. The good news: I survived. The bad news: The middle was awful.
It was dark (duh – it’s called the Moonlight Run for a reason). It was also puddle-filled with icy patches sprinkled liberally throughout. Often the puddles and ice were combined just to keep things “interesting”. It was crowded. People wanted to run in packs/with poles/suddenly stop/become an Olympian. And I hated running in such close quarters in not-great conditions. My sister/running buddy/last-minute competitor finally went on ahead as I decided I was just going to walk through the valley of the shadow of soggy despair. I briefly debated abandoning the course and the race, but I’m directionally impaired and figured things would only get worse if I struck out on my own.
So on I slogged. And I grumbled. And then slogged some more.
Then the light at the end of the tunnel appeared: The trail widened! The clusters of people spread out! I was able to run once more, not caring my legs and lungs would soon be cursing me as I ran up a hill that soon seemed it would never end. I even caught up to my sister, and we completed the course within milliseconds of one another. (She won in overall running time, but I crossed the finish line first. And you bet the last part is what I’ll remember while she reminds me of the former.)
I’m glad I made it through to the end. I’ve never been a very athletic person, but running is something I’ve come to enjoy over the last few years. This run was definitely a challenging one, but even with that fresh in my mind I’m considering entering another race in September. Not because I want to beat my sister (if she enters), but because I want to see if I can beat me – not just in terms of running time, but also in terms of how I act when things get uncomfortable and tough and messy.