It was the day before Fathers’ Day. With the school year winding down, and summer beckoning, I found a few moments of quiet respite in my home. For the first time, in a very long time, I felt myself relaxing. Calmness and peace, two emotions I don’t experience often, were not as far away as they normally are.
This blog post will be a little different than the others. It might not end up as a coherent passage with one main theme. More, it’s a stream-of-conscious recollection of my experiences at this year’s New York City Marathon.
As I am writing this passage a week after I ran, I’m sure some of the most poignant and special things that I wanted to remember have been lost among the crowds, thrills, and emotions of this wonderful and inspiring annual event.
Some readers of this blog have wondered where I have gone. It seems I’ve gone missing…but, in actuality, I’m right here.
When one is a writer, he writes. And I have been writing a lot, just not on this blog. It’s a temporary absence because of some great writing news.
I will begin this post by stating an obvious point:
Usain Bolt is an amazing sprinter.
As a runner who (more and more) plods through training runs and marathons, I am in awe of Usain Bolt’s speed, grace, and magnificence.
As a runner, I was Superman. But, that was a while ago.
When I started running marathons, I thought I was invincible.
I like to run. A lot. I like running very much (so I like running a lot). I also like to run a lot of miles (so I like running a lot). (I like when a sentence such as “I like running a lot” can be interpreted two different ways.)
When I run, which is most often on a treadmill at irrational hours of the early morning, I usually listen to music on my iPod. I often get inspired by inspiring songs. (I wonder how many other obvious statements I can write in this passage.)
I find every run, no matter what the distance, to be hard. Every single run presents a challenge.
About four years ago, I embarked on a two-week educator’s tour of Japan. It was an amazing experience. I was fortunate to be able to bring my eighteen year old son who would be heading off to college on this trip with me. I treasure those moments that we experienced together.
Each day in Japan was filled with wonder . Each day provided an opportunity to learn and grow. The trip left an indelible imprint upon my soul. It was special in so many ways.
I hope to someday have the opportunity to experience Japan again.