“I had to write you and let you know I’ve just had the best run!” my friend Sarah wrote. “I’m back! I’m a runner!”
What’s she back from? Oh, from having two kids, one who was born in October.
It needs to be said that her hiatus from running hasn’t been much of a hiatus. Sarah ran the Nashville Country Music Marathon with me (I use the term “with” loosely — I had miles to go by the time she finished) when Lily, her 3-year-old daughter, was barely walking. She ran a half marathon in Jacksonville while pregnant with Zack on a day so hot, she said she was practically hallucinating. I still use this as motivation during summer races, when I repeat to myself: “Channel Sarah. Run till you hallucinate.” It’s amazingly effective.
“The playlist on my iPod included ‘Stacey’s Mom’ — or ‘Lily’s Mom,’ as I like to sing it. This song give me hope as a mom. It also included ‘So What’ by Pink. I put this song on repeat and probably listened to it 7 or 8 times (not exaggerating). It’s my favorite angry-woman power song: ‘I am a rock star … I’ve got my rock moves …’ “
“Santa Cruz is a laid back, surfy, college town about 40 minutes from us. In my head, I imagine all the 20-somethings walking around with their perfect Abercrombie bodies and wardrobes. I don’t have huge expectations for this race, as far as a time goes. I’m using it as a starting place to denote my return to running post-baby.”