I’m not a numbers person. I’ve never had a lucky number or been particularly superstitious about numbers. But when a number continues to kick you in the crotch to get your attention, you stand up and notice. Here I am taking notice in a very ugly and sweaty way:
The number 8.
Way back in October I went for an 8 mile taper run and came home with a hip stress fracture. It took me out of the running game for more than three months. Enter the pussy posse, my sisters who surrounded me as I ran in the water every stinking day.
The first post-injury run was on January 10. I ran for 8 minutes. I called it my “8 Minutes to Boston” training plan. At the time I really didn’t believe I could run for only 8 minutes and then 16 weeks later run a marathon, but I didn’t tell you all that. You can’t indulge self doubt. You just have to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist.
The first “real” distance run I had post injury was on January 13 . I ran for 8 miles. It was the a victorious run because it was the first time I felt pain free and actually believed in my heart of hearts I was healing and might be able to go to Boston.
Last week I got my bib number. It is 16835. Notice how the “8” is magically sandwiched in the middle like me at a dirty dancing dance-a-thon. I go to them all the time.
This week son Sam sent me a cool You Tube video he found called “The Boston Marathon in 8 Minutes.” Basically, someone drove a car from Hopinkton to the finish line really fast, covering all 26.2 miles. This is the first time I have looked at the course whatsoever. It seemed very long and intimidating. I can’t wait.
What does all this mean? Obviously it is a foreshadow that it will take me 8 hours to finish the marathon. Either that or it will be 8 degrees for the entire race. Or maybe I will have the runs and need the potty 8 times. I like to look on the bright side of things.
Clearly my new vanity plate needs to be GR8 SUAR.
Do you have a lucky number? Why?
What would your vanity plate say? (besides SUAR IZ GR8)
Have a GR-8 day!