Posted February 23, 2011 by jimhigley
So I ran the Austin Half Marathon this past weekend.
And, sure, “run” may be the wrong word but at least I was there. Where were you?
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to really say that I feel as though I’m a runner. But I’ve come to learn that I love the feeling I get when I run. That feeling, quite simply, is “alive.” Not a bad way to feel. In fact, I try to get a little of that every day.
I pretty much stacked my odds three different ways for feeling good in Austin.
First, I ran with a bunch of friends from Imerman Angels 1-on-1 Cancer Support. Some old friends. And some new friends. The best of both worlds. Some were “you-run-how-fast?!” Angels, and others were there for the fun. It was my kind of group. But then again, any group made up of Imerman Angels is tops with me.
Second, I wrote the names of a bunch of cancer survivors, non-survivors, and super-stars on the front of my shirt. A lot of people do that. It’s an amazing tribute to others. I’m a little selfish, however. I partly do it as a tribute. But I do it largely because I need their support. I like having those folks with me.
The last leg of my triple threat was Livestrong. Have you heard of them? Livestrong’s impact on the world is so amazingly strong and powerful – I suspect many don’t know or can’t recall that it wasn’t very long ago that “cancer” was something millions of people suffered through in silence. And alone.
I was feeling anything but alone during mile 9 or so. It was the section of the race that the Livestrong crew adopted. It was their “Yellow Mile.” And if you’ve never run a mile in front of hundreds of screaming people who make you feel like Bruce Springsteen – or Justin Bieber, you haven’t lived.
This weekend I lived.
Because I ran with angels.
And I let them carry me.