Sully and Mike Wizowski were right. There’s more energy in laughter.
This past Sunday, I ran the Ashland Half Marathon. The plan was to leave the garmin at home and run in a tutu and fairy wings, 1. It was so close to Halloween and 2. To remind myself that I was doing this one for fun. Somewhere, maybe 15 yards past the start line, I started making plans to ditch the wings which were flapping all around.
And then I ran past a group of spectators. The youngest were toddlers. I was unprepared for their un-containable excitement. There were squeals and smiles and exclamations – “mom, look there’s a fairy!” Wow! You can’t get that from from two cups of coffee! And it was contagious – I smiled. All the runners around me smiled – and we kept running.
13.1 (hilly) miles. It never stopped. The squeals, the excitement, the smiles. They came from toddlers most readily, but there were no shortages from parents and grandparents. Each and every time it happened – I smiled wider and felt a surge of energy. The wings kept flapping and bumping my arms, but there was no way I could ditch them, anymore. I was hooked on this and I was actually having a blast – running a half marathon.
When the race was done, I waited in line for my complimentary massage. It was such a hilly course, my quads were burning and my hamstrings were tight, as expected. But for the first time, I was aware of sore muscles where I’ve never felt sore. My cheeks. The muscles in my cheeks were actually tight and ached from smiling for 13.1 miles.
I accomplished my race goal for Sunday – “have fun.” And as an added bonus, powered by laughter and joy, I also set a new half marathon PR. Go figure.
I may re-examine my perspective on endurance and trying hard.