Why I Love Running Today

In the afterglow of the NY Marathon, I've decided to not run for a few weeks. I've been able to sleep more, rest up, and ...... wait for it ...... work more. Bleh. It seems that as one element of my life disappears another appears to take its place. I feel like the second I came home from New York and recovered from my cold, everything was go, go, go. I'm feeling scattered, tired, and distracted.

So today I love running because I am focused, energized, and driven while I run. While I can think about the chaos I have going on, the only thing I can actually do while running is run. It is the only time during my day when I can let go, be Julia, and do something totally and utterly selfish.

So thank you running. Thank you for the sanity.

Just Run

The Truth About Stretching

Thanks to Jess for passing this one along.

The Truth About Stretching

The New York Marathon

"What doesn't kill you, makes you a runner." -Nike

After experiencing the W-A-I-T for New York City's 26.2, I will absolutely agree with Nike's statement. To illustrate, please indulge me by watching this video: **Also, please disregard my rad 80s hair. It served its warming purpose.**

Waiting for 26.2 from Julia Wade on Vimeo.

I don't think words alone could have described what it felt like to wait 4 hours in 35 degree weather to run 26.2 miles. Hell. Maybe that describes it. We were so unprepared with only light running jackets and sweats. We honestly needed parkas, sweatshirts, long johns, and ski masks, plus pillows and a mummy sleeping bag. Maren, on a slightly more positive note, is a great snuggler. She also had an amazing friend who offered her puffy blanket for us to shiver under for a few hours. If it hadn't been for that little puffy blanket, I am almost certain I would have marched my little self across that Verrazano Bridge and hailed a cabbie to take me home. Maren, thanks for putting up with my grumpy, non-morning self ... more than once. In fact, thank you, everyone, for putting up with my grumpy, non-morning self for the past 10 marathons. You are all gems, to say the least.

Amazingly enough, 10:20am came. And it came gloriously. I have never been more ready to get on a course than I was at that moment.

And we ran. And ran and ran - in our sweats. People, at least on my end, this is NOT a good idea. My poor little Santa Clara University sweatpants were SO heavy. But there was NO WAY on God's green earth you could have paid me one million dollars to take those suckers off after the freezing hell we endured for four hours (Do I exaggerate? Yes, I do). But note to self, never run in the sweats.

So my whole goal in my 10th 26.2 was to stay mentally tough. Well, I'm really sad to say that the mental toughness I hoped for was not there the first 11 miles ... at all. I couldn't shake the single thought: "Why the hell am I doing this?" It is the most daunting feeling in the world to think about the 25, 23, 18 more miles you have to put behind you.

My expression at mile 8 says it all ...

I am grateful for Maren who stayed tough for me. She saw the "crashing" signs and kept me from completely throwing in the towel by staying positive for me. Thank you, Maren.

I had a little pow-wow with myself around mile 11. I decided that 15 more miles was much better than 20 and that I needed to be a big girl. No tears were shed, but a burden in my chest was lifted and I was ready to finish.

Mile 13 ... getting ready to cross the Queensboro Bridge ... aka the bridge that never ends and goes up forever. Both feeling pretty good.

The miles felt pretty good after that. I'm fairly certain this was around mile 20. Why I'm holding up 10 fingers, I still can't quite figure out. Probably a 10K left? Number 10? I'm pretty sure I thought we had 10 miles left. Once you've put 20 miles under your belt, you're not quite thinking straight.

We pushed through the Bronx and finally arrived in Central Park. I felt like I had wings and that I could fly. I would trade a thousand bad miles to feel like I did from mile 20 on. I was filled with an intense amount of gratitude, energy, and joy. It was all I could do to hold back the tears and take in the moments I was experiencing.

And I finished.
Things I will always remember about the New York Marathon:

• 2 million spectators cheering us on
• Experiencing New York City like no one else can
• Meeting Deena Kastor at the expo
• Running the same course as Paula Radcliffe (amazing picture, Jona)
• Running with Maren
• Experiencing four of NY's amazing(ly long) bridges
• Loving miles 20-26.2
• Seeing Jonathan at the finish line

Words cannot express how grateful I am for my husband. Jonathan is my champion and the one who believed in me throughout my running journey. From the first $100 check I cut to run the Anchorage Marathon to the last stride across the New York City Marathon finish line, he has only cheered me on and offered the support only a husband can give.

None of this was possible, or meaningful without you, Jona. I love you.