It is perhaps fitting that I traveled for my first marathon. I didn’t mean to, but I got hurt. See, I was training for a local marathon this past spring, but my first age group placement in a half marathon came with the price of a very angry IT band midway through my training. I was disappointed that I couldn’t run the race, so I took to the internet and signed up for the Mount Desert Island Marathon along the coast of Maine. I love the north, I love autumn, I love beautiful scenery, and I’d never been to Maine.
Due to my injury, my training was a bit lacking but the race was not. The location was amazing, the spectators were numerous, silly, and friendly, the event was positive and organized, and, yes, the course was surprisingly hilly. But better to exert yourself amongst autumn trees along a fjord, no? There, push yourself to a gasping nothingness and then bounce back into a world more stimulating.
And Maine is just beautiful and pleasant. This is autumn as its best. I’m not sure of a more exciting prelude to a race than exploring new places, or a more contented end. I think I’ll combine my traveling and running pursuits more in the future. It makes sense, for both of these activities build you, they stretch you, they move you forward.
Traveling expands your mind while running silences it. Both are important. Both are strengthening.
LEAH, YOU ARE A GIRL AFTER MY OWN HEART. WHEN YOU COMMENTED ON THE INTERIOR AS WELL AS THE EXTERIOR ASPECTS OF YOUR TRAVEL AND YOUR RUN, I KNEW I HAD FOUND A KINDRED SOUL DESPITE THE FACT THAT WE HAVE NEVER MET. I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO SEE AND BE WITH YOU AND BEN. IT WON’T BE LONG NOW.
Thank you, Mary Anne! We are both excited for our visit and I am looking forward to meeting you in person as well!