18 Miles: A Celebration
“I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.”
This Saturday is my birthday. Being a glossy Leo, it easily remains one of my favorite days of the year. That may seem childish for a full-fledged adult; but it’s this outlook that enables me to embrace my age as it ticks onward and upward. While I offer a respectful nod to the years that brought me thus far, it seems more appropriate to toast the year that will be.
It’s fair to say I’m a girl (woman, really) with hopes of achieving some big goals. I sense some changes on the horizon, whose potential is very exciting. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing change and personal evolution don’t cease at a certain age. If anything, experience assures me the things I wish to achieve needn’t remain optimistic dreams. Those aspirations are within my reach; I just need to work hard to realize them.
I’m closer to 40 now than 20. I consider that a good thing. I like who I am – there’s a comfort in having skin that fits just a bit better these days. There’s a strength in placing less significance on other people’s opinions of me, and more value in my own feelings. It may have taken me a while to reach this point, but I’m happy to finally be here. It’s not to say that journey’s done; it’s not. But I credit running as the enabler to discovering my own strength. It’s afforded me time alone with my thoughts, goals, and resolve; and it’s brought me to a wonderful place.
Tomorrow I’ll wake early to give myself a gift. I’ll run 18 miles on August 18, as I turn 18 x 2. As I go, I’ll think of the city streets as the path to this year’s potential. It may be a day of celebration, but training also continues. With a determined eye focused on Boston, and the comfort of miles beneath my feet, this is one year worthy of vivid dreams turned reality.