Final Blog

When posed with the question, "What can of mind are you?", I would definitively answer that I would be the creating mind; the mind the breaks new ground and puts forth new ideas and poses unfamiliar question while arriving at unexpected answers. However, combined with all of this I also tend to sway towards tangible research and facts as a foundation for my discoveries.

I think that through my posts and personal experience I have shed a new light on what i believe to be the greatest spectacle in running. I feel that I exemplified exhibiting respect for others viewpoints while still contemplating thoughts of my own. I also experimented with new ideas by asking other people about there own experiences with the race.

I never realized that continually discussing one simple topic could be so thought provoking, even since it was my own blog. I expanded upon the topic in ways that I have never truly expanded in some topic before. I had always known that I loved the mini marathon but through my continuous blogging over the subject I discovered its true timelessness.

7 minutes

7 minutes, thats how long I missed my goal by, 7. I don't have any excuses, my ankle didnt bother me at all, I got enough sleep. I just couldn't do it. I pushed and pushed but the cruel reality that I hadn't prepared myself as adequately as I thought I had. It was very disappointing but it made me realize that the way I have been improving over the past few years (knocking about 7 minutes off a year) is only going to get harder and harder the faster I go. I was actually only about 5 and a half minutes off of being in the paper. However, even though I didn't do quite as well as I had hoped, there's always next year.

Blind Courage

The mini has come and gone for another year and although some are glad its over I look back with admiration of the spectacle with an uncomfortable anxiety as I await the arrival of the great month of May next year. The mini marathon is undoubtedly a bittersweet undertaking however I always enjoy even the bitterest of moments out around the 11 mile marker just counting steps until I finally reach the finish. Some of the best moments I had this year actually occurred after I had finished the race. As I walked around awaiting the arrival of my first year runner sister I saw something that amazed me. A blind man, led by a friend with a tether finished his first mini marathon. Now, how this blind man decided that running was the sport for him I don't know; but although he may unfortunately be the punchline for many jokes (especially those with friends who finished after him), his dedication and resilience not only amazed me but also made me realize how truly lucky I am.

I cross the line at 6:08 in the green shirt near the camera.