After my day at church on Sunday, I went with my fifth child to a live music festival. We both love live music and have somewhat similar tastes or can at least tolerate each other’s varied tastes in music. There will be more about the music in the near future.
I saw a friend there who has run multiple marathons and just recently completed a huge trail run. She has mentored several groups of new marathon runners through Team in Training. I asked her about the trail run and if she had heard – she is a friend of mine on Facebook even though we do not see each other daily – I was going to run the Wineglass Marathon this October.
As we talked about what training program I was going to follow, how long my longest run will be in that program, she expressed concern. She said that her immediate concern was that I would be running a 20 mile run alone. I told her that thought had not really crossed my mind as I have always run alone. I had never run a race until December of 2009 and, while I now love running races, I can easily resort to my solo running days.
Then, an offer of help came. My mind immediately flashed back to the giving and receiving discussion in the homily that morning at church. She said to let her know a couple of weeks out. She would meet me at a given point with fresh water and some encouragement. She also strongly suggested I email other friends and ask for the same support.
Why is it asking for help is difficult? I have managed to wiggle my way through life as a single mom to six kids for the last 14 years. I do, on occasion but not too often, ask their father for some assistance with them. Seldom is the help asked for for me. This is going to be a new thing for me but I am going to take her advice. I am going to be sure that my first 20 mile run has people at various points to help me get through it.