Really, today was about as good as it gets. I joined my friends to head up to Baltimore to run the Celtic Solstice 5-miler. I mentioned before that I’ve run this one several times–by my count, seven now. And I have a feeling I’ll keep going back until I’m old and gray.
When I put my mind to it, I realize that this race has represented so many stages of my running, and life, in general. I’ve run it in really great shape, post-injury, when my daughter was only six weeks old, and everything in between.
This year, it represented a full circle moment for me. When I ran it last year, in a low 35 time, I was fit. But I also quit running due to my ITB injury a few days later, because the race put the nail in my coffin. To come back this year having this race represent my one and only of 2011, meant a lot to me.
Today I was far from last year’s racing shape, but what was great was that we put in a total of 12 miles, five of them during the race. That was a victory in and of itself for me. Today also drove home, once again, how fantastic my friends are. My friend Lisa stuck by my side for the whole race, even though she could have smoked the course had she so chosen.
The race is full of tradition, from a procession of bagpipes and the athletes who have run all 11 years of it, to the set of Irish wolfhounds who make their way past the race field. Plenty of kilts dot the course as people embrace the Irish spirit. My friends and I kept up our own tradition, too, of hitting up a fantastic brunch afterward. Perfect day.
Yes, I’m riding this high…the grin is here for the day, at the very least!