23 Oct 2012 The Pack
It was a beautiful night in Central Park last night. Clear, dark skies, cool air and the run felt joyful, fun.
We ran the first part as a pack, laughing and chattering. Our assignment was easy – a four mile loop between 72nd and 102nd Streets. No pushing, just slow, easy, and conversational.
I think we’re all feeling the energy of the marathon, only twelve days away. And though I risk exposing my cornball underbelly, I have to say – I felt so happy watching the pack I was running with round the corner and start our run last night. There had to be at least 25 people in my pace group alone.
I will miss running with the pack. With only a few team practices left – three, to be exact – I am increasingly aware of the end of this part of the journey. A graduation of sorts.
And it seems strange to me. I feel like I’ve only just begun, and yet here we are at almost-November.
There will be more, I know. But any graduation, though empowering and reaffirming, is also bittersweet.