It was our first marathon-training long run, ever. Micah and I had gotten up dark and early, eaten a bowl of raisin bran and driven Baby Beluga, our ’95 VW Passat down the windward coast of Oahu to Ala Moana Beach Park. There we met our Team in Training teammates for the first of many long runs in preparation for the Mayor’s Marathon. I think we did 8 miles that day, starting at Ala Moana, winding through the crowds at Waikiki and up Diamond Head before turning back and ending at the beach park.
I was super nervous. The beautiful day, just starting with clear blue skies and just breeze to be comfortable, was lost on me in the moment. As we started out, I worried that I’d slow people down, that I wouldn’t be able to make the distance, that I’d be a bore and that no one but Micah would want to run with me. We managed to keep up with the group and to chat with some future friends (mostly Micah, I’m pretty sure), but I was still a case of nerves. How far had we gone? How far did we have left? Could I make it? Where the heck were we?
I’d been fairly quiet during the run, my nervousness having co-opted my brain, but as we came back down Diamond Head and hit the crowds at Waikiki, Micah told me to listen. We closed our ears to the breeze and the conversations and honed in on the beat of “Eye of the Tiger.” Seriously folks.
We traced it back to a man in a power wheelchair, cruising down Ala Moana Boulevard with his stereo blasting. The beat made its way straight to my heart and legs and I practically danced my way back to the ending point, suddenly fearless, confident, and chatty. I’d toughed it out, went the distance, and was ready to take on 8 more miles if I had to. (Which, thankfully, I didn’t.)
Ha! “Eye of the Tiger.” The classic power song. How lucky to have it randomly playing at such a time and at such a place.
Do you have a power song — for running, for waking up, for getting your dinner groove on, for playing with toys, for primping, for anything? Care to share? Leave a comment or e-mail me (lizzie (at) motherrunner (dot) com).