When you decide to train for a marathon, there are a few things you can expect. Expect to reach new levels of fitness. Expect to sustain injury. Expect people (yourself included) to question your sanity.
The fun comes in the things you don’t expect, and my bumpy road to Hopkinton has been riddled with the unexpected. I didn’t expect to run every road in Marlborough (or at least try). I didn’t expect to meet someone else as wacky as me who concocted that same nutty goal all by his little ol’ self. I didn’t expect to be interviewed by a newspaper and a TV reporter. I didn’t expect to have so much fun raising money for Children’s. I didn’t expect to be the recipient of such kind-hearted openness from my patient-partner and her fam. I didn’t expect this blog to take on a crazy life of its own. And I certainly didn’t expect that the journey would reconnect me with a long-lost friend who turns out to be some 3,651 miles away. But it has. It has!
For all my Class of ’88 friends: you will be happy to hear that I will cease asking the question none of you have ever been able to fully answer in these 20-plus years. Yep, “whatever happened to Karen Hopkins?” need not be vocalized again. I found her, or rather she found me! 🙂
I am positively tickled pink (or should I say tickled green–you’ll know why if you click on the link above and read our running dialogue) that she saw some signs in my crazy musings which led her to reach out. My only disappointment: I sure do wish today was Marathon Monday; this latest development has given me such a charge that I think right now I really could give Teyba, Florence and Joan a run for their money! 🙂
Hooray for marathons! I think everyone should run one! 🙂