[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]One of the many great aspects of condo living is the fact that you’re not really responsible for what happens outside of your three rooms (unless, like, a meteor hits the roof or some other disaster or general building decay occurs). While it would be great to have a yard of our own someday, it’s rather nice to not have to mow a lawn (not that I have ever done that before). Or rake leaves. Or answer the door to strangers hoping to convert you.
Sometimes, though, I just want to run wild through my backyard, like I did as a kid. In fact, I am really craving a good flying jump into a giant leaf pile. In the spirit of working with what you have, I’m happy to settle for a less-than-wild run through Fort Point, along the Harbor and past the Financial District. The city is closest thing I have to a backyard these days. And what a gorgeous backyard it is.
This weekend I set off for my last long run before Sunday’s New York City Marathon just before the “wintry mix” hit. I left my watch at home, turned the music down, and just cruised. I thought about how far I’ve come in the last year. I never thought I’d be running a marathon, let alone a second marathon. I would have never believed that on a random Tuesday, I could run over 20 miles. By myself. As I crossed the old railroad bridge near the courthouse, I was overcome with emotion (what else is new?).
I am in awe that my body can do this. I am so thankful my mind can be quiet for an hour or so. I am incredibly grateful for everyone who supports and encourages me. I am proud of myself. And I just can’t wait. As the harbor and city skyline blurred behind me, I felt like my heart would burst out of my chest.
I should run wild more often.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Happy 11-1-11 🙂
- Checking out another wedding reception venue
- What to do with all that Halloween candy?