Last weekend my friend Emily and I ran the Charlottesville 1/2 marathon. Ah, the glory of spring in rural Virginia! I am in love! I love the rolling hills (yes, they kicked me!), the fields, the windy roads, the blossoms. Oh the blossoms!
No, I didn't PR. But that run made me want to PR. I've never really cared about setting a time goal--I've been running a pretty regular 10-minute mile. But now I want to stretch and improve and push myself.
And I want to run another marathon. With my sister. In St. George. Please let us get in. But not until I have advanced to candidacy. It will be my reward. Those long runs, those moments of runner-surges, that serenity, that push and rush and feel of wind in my hair and muscle and blood pounding.
When Emily and I realized that we were only 4 miles from Monticello, we stopped in for a visit. I loved so much about it. I love how innovative Jefferson was--architecture, desk supplies, the Declaration of Independence, you know. Virginia IS for runners--road races and nations.
Last fall they planted 7,000 tulip bulbs... and last Saturday they were in full bloom...
Now... Virginia for lovers... I believe it...
Seriously there was a dog in a special dog stroller... NOT a Virginia runner... OR lover...
2 comments:
Way to go! I wish I could have done it with you! Maybe next year
good work jenny reeder! oh, how i miss you! when do i get to see you again?
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