I was there. Among the estimated 1.8 million people on the National Mall. It was an experience like no other. It was cold. It was fun. It was something I will never ever forget.
It was a four day weekend in 2009. We attended the We Are One concert at the Lincoln Memorial. We shared the city with more people than I knew could fit into Washington, DC. We made a no-Metro rule that weekend. Lots and lots of walking.
It was exhausting, but worth every moment. I can’t remember what god-awful early hour we got up at on the morning of Inauguration, but let’s just say we hadn’t gone to bed early so it barely mattered. We put on lots and lots of layers and started the mile walk to the National Mall. We listened to an historic speech. I have never been in a crowd like that before. Everyone was so excited to be there. People didn’t care how cold it was. They just didn’t want to miss history.
After the ceremony we had grandeurs of nap time. It took so long to get back to my apartment that we immediately needed to eat and get ready for the Inaugural Ball. Now this was something I was looking forward to. I love my dress so, so much. (I’m always looking for an excuse to wear it again. It hasn’t happened yet.) We went to the ball, we danced, we had fun with friends. we couldn’t really believe the weekend was coming to an end.
After a weekend of parties, events, little sleep, and experiencing history it was time to go back to reality. I think we were ready. I don’t remember the rest of that week. I’m sure it wasn’t anything special: work and classes. But those four days of Inaugural events will always be a very special time to me. I feel lucky that I was living in DC and got to experience it all.
I sit here four years later and can’t really believe that last four years have gone by so quickly. So much happened. So much changed. I’m a different person than that girl who attended Inauguration 2009. I’m okay with that. I think I have grown up a lot since then. I think I know myself better.
Nothing. And I like it.
I ran with a new running group last night. It’s one I’ve known about for awhile and just have never made it to a run before. It was fun. It reminded me of my running group in DC. Lots of chitchat, talking about local races, plans for the year. And then someone asked me “What are you training for?” And for the first time in as long as I can remember I responded “Nothing”.
And that’s true. I’m not training for anything right now. Sure I have some events on the calendar, but nothing major and nothing I’m training for. It was really nice to say that. It takes pressure off myself. It’s exhausting to always be training for something. Why I felt like I need to is beyond me. There is nothing wrong with running for the sake of running. I like to run. I like to race, but that doesn’t mean I need to always be training for something. No wonder I was burned out.
So far I’m really liking my plan of race less and be smart about my running. In addition to running I am actually doing some strength and core work for the first time in years. I hate(d) strength work, but it’s supposedly important and all so I guess I’ll give it a try. I started Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred this week. I bought maybe a year ago, and then promptly ignored it. Since I decided to mix things up a bit I dusted it off, removed the plastic (more evidence I never touched it), got out my hand weights (also still with the tags on them), and my mat and pushed play. I’ve done it four days in a row. Day two was the easiest. I’m not sure how I feel about it on the days I run, but since my mileage is (purposely) low I’m giving it a try. By starting it last weekend my goal is to do it every day before I leave for South America (the timing worked out quite well, there was no forethought on that one).
The plan will continue to be run and have fun, mix it up, and finish #30DayShred.
I was afraid to recap last year. I was terrified to count up the miles. I didn’t want to see the number. I didn’t want to know how my couch bonding time affected the numbers. I know the numbers are arbitrary, but I also know that I was only injured for about a month of my lower mileage time. I don’t know what frustrated me so much about running this fall/early winter, but I just didn’t want to do it, so I didn’t. I didn’t run a single mile in December. Not one. I have somehow decided not to dwell on that. Normally I would obsess over it. I decided to tally up my miles today. I’m not disappointed. I’m actually surprised with what I ended up.
Highest Mileage Month: March with 119
Miles run with Sara: 571
Half Marathons: 6
The fun I had running and racing with friends last year is immeasurable. I had so much fun traveling, racing, not sleeping, plotting, cheering, making new friends and running.
My goals for 2013 are simple:
- Find some balance
- Enjoy running
I will be racing less for many reasons. I will only run half marathons or shorter. I will not under any circumstance register for another marathon. I want to run with Sara. I want to have more adventures with Mo and Kelsey. Katie might even get me to run in Minnesota.