#13.-The Creator-Kansas City 2018
The runner is an artist. She creates a new image of herself as a runner. This image is curious and playful, full of imagination. My favorite subject to ponder, write about and express is creativity. It has been something I have been fascinated about throughout my life. Throughout my life I have looked to be an artist, the Creator archetype expressing itself in unique ways. This has shown itself in a myriad of expressions. When I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Big Magic, I realized that running has been my most magical creation. From my own void, a new creation has developed. I have collaborated with a force greater than myself to take this journey. The shadow side of the Creator is when we lose our spark. When we expect an outcome, feel unworthy or other energy takes over and our artist self gets blocked. In running there is no such thing as not “good enough”. Every step you take is moving in the right direction. You are creating your running story. You are an alchemist turning your insecurities into gold through the heat of passion, hard work and molding yourself into a new form.
#13. Kansas City Marathon- Kansas City, Missouri
After a day of driving, I crossed over the large suspension bridge over the Missouri River into Kansas City. I went to the expo, found my hotel and got a bit of sleep. Before I knew it it was time to run a marathon! It was pitch black and in the 40’s and all the distances started together right in the middle of downtown with fireworks to kick off the race. This adventure was just getting started! The race winds around through different parts of Kansas City and the half marathoners peel off at mile eight. I happened to glace at my watch and saw that my heartrate was way too high. I took short walk breaks to settle things down. I was already feeling fatigue in my legs fairly early on and had a moment of worry about finishing this marathon and then another the very next day. I reminded myself to stay relaxed, be in the moment, take in the city and step one foot in front of the other.
There were hills in Kansas City, lots of them. I settled into the race and knew there was nowhere else to be, nothing else to be doing. I had collaborated with a force larger than myself on this running journey. I had so many questions going in my head about Kansas City as I passed by monuments and fountains. I was growing to love it mile after mile. After many miles in residential areas we made our way back into the city. It gave me some much needed energy. The last mile always feels the longest. There’s always the last turn, the last hill, that always seems to last forever. The very end was a massive downhill that went right into the finishing chute. I got my huge medal, took some pictures and I was done. My legs were tapped. I got my famous KC bbq sandwich and it was the best barbeque I had ever had. I realized that my creation over years of expectations on myself was this pure enjoyment of the process of training, traveling to a new city and running a marathon. I had created this into being and it was something that I was more passionate about than anything I had ever created before.
I made the change, went my hotel, rolled out my legs and went to bed. I was still incredibly sore the next morning and was at peace with my decision. I could hardly even break into a jog for the first several miles my legs were so sore. They finally seemed to loosen up after 8 or 9 miles. I’m not sure if it was because I knew I was done after a few more miles or if they would have felt ok for another 18 miles. I finished strong and was incredibly proud of what I had done. It was a wonderful experience and I could always try for the double full the next year.
I went right back to work and was remarkably not too sore the next day. I think the second race got the blood flowing and the healing began. After the double races I had some downtime to think about what an incredible lifestyle I had created. I had become a marathon “tourist” and managed to make it sustainable. Live a great story was my motto and I had, by living my best story, of my own making.