Detroit Marathon 2012 #letsfallinlove
As I headed west on Plymouth Road on my last tempo run, armed with my iPod to serve as a distraction from the fact that I was running alone, I was treated to the lovely, lovely voice of Miss Ella Fitzgerald singing, “Let’s Fall in Love.”
Let’s fall in love
Why shouldn’t we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let’s take a chance
Why be afraid of it
And as my face broke into a huge smile, as it always does when I hear beautiful music that makes my heart happy, I realized that for the past 21 years I have been having a love affair with running. Why didn’t I see it until now? The signs were there all along. Every emotion I have ever had while falling in love, being in love, falling out of love, etc…..I’ve experienced as a runner. See for yourself:
But what I think is the most important emotional similarity between being in love and running is that when I’m really, truly, madly, deeply in love (like I am more so than ever with my husband after being with him for almost 28 years) is the desire to be a better person. I’m a better person because of the love I have received from my husband and the strength he gives me, among other reasons. And I’m a better person for being a runner because of the strength and confidence it gives me to try new things, to go outside of my comfort zone, to gain a little perspective, to share my experiences with others, and to support others in their endeavors-running or otherwise, among other reasons.
And so, I suppose, like any good romantic, those emotions I experience as a runner, are what gets me out of bed almost every day before 5 a.m. to train for my second marathon in five months after an exhausting, disappointing, exhilarating, overwhelming, beautiful, and ugly marathon just 37 days ago.
I can’t help it.
Carry on, friends. Carry on.
Oh, yeah, I also love this guy a whole helluva lot too!