Why, hello there! I have missed blogging soooooooo much this summer. I’d often find myself writing a blog in my head at some point during the day only to have any memory of it wiped clean by cell biology, immunology, or a list of arterial anastamoses. School is great, don’t get me wrong, but this summer’s schedule is seriously cramping my style.
No matter, it’s almost over. Upward and onward!
Confession: I Daydream when I run. Does anyone else do this? Sometimes I picture myself running in the Olympics (clearly, I am delusional) and I suddenly feel more powerful, faster, and more determined. I Daydream that I am finishing the last mile of some major marathon and sprint down my block faster than a Chinese food delivery man on a bike.
What can I say? I’m a weirdo.
But, seriously. These Olympic games just bring out the wannabe athlete in all of us, don’t they?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m an athlete, too. BUT NOT LIKE THESE GUYS!
I mean, it’s a good thing I’m going into physical therapy. These athletes are going to need me in a few years…or months.
Every four years, I find myself Daydreaming while I’m running that the eight miles I’m trudging through in August are eight miles of some Olympic event. Or the plyometrics I’m pushing through are part of some hard-core workout the likes of which Dara Torres kills on a regular basis.
Those Daydreams make otherwise intolerably hot, disgustingly humid runs go by just a little bit faster. I am reminded that no athlete gets to the Olympics without putting in the work on the road, in the gym, in the pool, on the track, and in the kitchen. It may seem trite, but I am inspired by these athletes.
I love watching them celebrate their victories but even more so by the grace with which they handle defeat.
Even better is when two women (technically, rivals!) train together, share a coach, run every Olympic training run together, qualify together, and then find each other after the race to support one another. A race neither of them won.
So, I Daydream that I am one of them from time to time every four years. I guess that’s why you might see me in Central Park with my headphones on, looking all determined and stuff. Don’t mind me, I’m just pretending I’m an Olympian. Hey, it it may be a little embarrassing to admit, but it beats the hell out of the alternative, doesn’t it?
Go Team USA!
Now go out and run!