|Today: John Lynch Bridge, Piscataway, NJ|
|July: Canal Walk, Indianapolis|
|July: Country Road, Chester, Vermont|
|August: Green Hill Park, Worcester, Mass.|
A teacher colleague, a mother of three, runs marathons. In the hallways between classes, we've been trading stories about training. She told me whenever she is about to run the race, she tells herself this will be the last one, And then, once the race is through, she realizes she wants to run again. She said it's like being pregnant; the thought that one cannot bear to be pregnant again. And then the baby comes and the joy outweighs the physical discomforts of pregnancy and childbirth. She completed the New York Marathon on Nov. 1, telling herself the night before that this would be her last. And now she plans to run again.
|July: Belt Parkway Promenade: Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York|
I'm not so sure I would walk another half marathon. The training has taken many, many hours. Then again, I am planning to run a 5K in February at a park across the river from our home.
|October: Manasquan Reservoir, Howell, New Jersey|
This all leads me to Christ the King, and why it felt so fitting to celebrate this feast day after our final run before the half marathon. The words of one of the hymns we sang settled into my soul.
"Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
We run to Him.
|August: Mianus River Gorge, Bedford, New York|