An email came through my phone Sunday morning entitled 2:29. Seemingly random, and coming from my friend MK, who is not big on forwards (we all have friends who are big on the forwarding- you know who you are), I opened it immediately. It was a one-liner:
Ran my first half marathon this morning! Ya baby!
I was completely confused. Since when had she been training for a half-marathon? I was just with her in Austin last weekend- a weekend definitely not spent running. There was even a picture for proof. I called her for clarification.
Saying things like "it was amazing/inspirational" and "I have no desire to train for a full marathon" in the same breath, I got her explanation. She did no intentional training for this. She had been running 30-40 minutes a few mornings a week, that is all. This was not pre-meditated; she attended a crawfish boil on Saturday night and talked to a guy who was extolling the greatness that is marathon-running, and told her she should try it.
Sure, why not?
So alone, she showed up to marathon's starting point in Dallas on Sunday morning and ran for two hours and twenty-nine minutes; successfully completing her first half-marathon. You would have to know her to understand that while a surprise in-and-of itself, this was not shocking. She's totally the type to do something like that, just to prove to herself she could do it.
Half marathon? Check that off the list.
Professor Callahan: Do you think she just woke up one morning and said: "I think I'll go to law school today..."
-Legally Blonde, 2001