Mile 18 Spit: The First Step

The First Step

I joined Portland Fit Saturday. It was the second week, so they were already up to 5 miles for the group run. I haven't run 5 miles since I can't remember when, but it went pretty well. The last mile was rough, but that is probably because I didn't have anything to eat before or during.

I am excited to be training for another marathon.

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At 9:14 PM, April 03, 2006, Steven said...: Hey Jason! The first week of PFit, I saw a red Land Cruise that looked like yours. Being that you said you might be there, I searched for you but didn't see you anywhere. After the run, I stopped by that Land Cruiser to see if it was yours. The vehicle had a darwin fish sticker in the back and I thought "Nope, not my Jason".

It was kind of funny to get your phone message on Saturday, because I slept until 10:30am, so I used google maps to plot out a route for myself later in the day.

I'm glad that you're in PFit this year and look forward to seeing you next Saturday, assuming I don't over sleep again.

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I've run 2 marathons. In the first I hit the wall at mile 18. Cramps in my legs forced me to walk for much of the last 8 miles. When I finished, I looked and felt like death. One friend at the finish line commented, "He looks gray". ~ While training for my second marathon, I often thought about mile 18. I despised it. I feared it. I fixated on it. I determined to pass it feeling differently than the first time. As the race neared I planned a small ritual that included spitting on the ground as I passed mile 18. ~ The second marathon was much different. Experience and wisdom gave me the opportunity to edit a scene from my life and improve upon it. As I passed the iconic marker, my vision blurred from emotion and I left my mark ~ mile 18 spit.

The First Step

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