The following entries (from beginning runner to half marathon finisher) represents a continuing journey of tremendous grief and sorrow, and of transformation - largely through the therapeutic power of running. The sorrow that has broken my heart open wide has in time allowed me to experience the beauty of being in the present moment. And of course, without the support of family and friends to guide me, I would not have made it this far.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
HALF WAY MARK
Photo by Chris Levering
I am now half way through the race and running up the Great Highway. I have my MP3 player playing music in one ear and my pocket bulging with "shot blocks" to give me energy. I am also carrying a bottle of Gatorade around my waist and wearing one of Kristy's hats.
You could see for miles up and down the coast and the course was marked every mile with a flag. You could see the mile markers go on for miles, which was a little intimidating!