Since I am still sick and not thinking clearly, I figured I'd share two of my running stories from before to satisfy an interest of what is it all about to go 100M. Warning - despite how strong I may come up as in Rob's description or my blabbering, I am a cry-baby:) Every 100 (I finished 6) when something happens - and something always happen, it's a long way to go - I burst into tears. It doesn't influence much the performance itself, in fact I beleive it makes me move forward more determined, like I get upset with myself for been so emotional, but it is interesting to look back and wonder why I did it. My son would call me "emo", what at his high school stands for "emotionally unstable".
So here it goes:
http://www.vctc.org/ (scroll down, hit on Olga's story)
http://www.vctc.org/varlamova_ws_05.html
I belong to this wonderful running in club in the Bronx, NY, where I lived for 11 years (yep, sounds weird for a birth of a trail runner), and back in a days they welcomed me in, embraced in their friendship and let me know I am a runner. That was an unforgettable experience and I will never forget it.
A Mountain Soul
3 comments:
I hope you start to feel better soon.
Great stories. So inspiring - I love becoming an ultra runner, and knowing I will have epic experiences like these in the future! (now if only I can get in enough shape to actually finish close to the front...)
Those are miles! How to understand all that you say? 74 miles feeling good?? WOOOW
You are the runner.
Feel better soon!
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