Yesterday I started receiving emails from friends saying congratulations on #7. I scanned my brain for answers, number 7, what does that have to do with me? Then an email came in from Bryon with the link that would explain. The headline from UltraRunning Magazine read- Roes, Garneau Named Ultra Runners of the Year. Here I am living under my rock in Williston as I had no idea that there was even such a list, let alone that I was on it. As I read the article I learn that a panel of 18 race organizers from across North American submit ballots to determine the list. My attention then moves to the actual list as I scan it up and down, and yes I am #7.
I feel honored to be on the list with such incredible names surrounding me in all directions. I remember when I first started running distances from 3-5 miles I ripped out pages of magazines that were North Face ads featuring Nikki Kimball and Kami Semick. I tucked them into my exercise log for inspiration and motivation. They looked so strong, so focused and so comfortable. I dreamed that one day, I too might find strength and peace through running. I am getting there.
Now I move to my other feelings, because there is no denying that they were there. Sometimes I get very conflicted about my running. Such a list provokes angst inside me. Surely it is just a list and at the end of the day who cares, although until I find a better way to digest such information I will continue to stick to my Vegetarian Times magazine, but I hope that someday I can look at such a list and not feel so torn.