Sunday, November 7, 2010

Well, I'm No Chilean Miner, But...

    I just ran my first half-marathon yesterday.
    I ran it at the Grand Canyon with my friend Meg, and I did not get swept by the "You're-Too-Slow" Van, which was pretty much my only goal, since I was running it at an altitude 7,000 ft higher than I'd trained, on a hilly course, at a farther distance than I'd ever run previously.
    I kind of grinned like an idiot the whole time, because it was beautiful outside (and the Grand Canyon was freaking right there through the whole race) and I felt pretty damn good.  Every single mile marker Meg and I would take turns making our spectators laugh with our routine, which went like this:
Me: "Hey, Meg!"
Meg:  "Hey, what?"
Me: "Want to go for a [insert however many miles we have left here]-mile run?"
Meg: "I sure as hell do!" (or, as we steadily progressed, "Not really," or, "If I do, can I stop f*cking running?")
    And in the last half mile, I discovered that, due to a combination of an entirely downhill last mile and the fact that the girl with the crazy-beautiful calf tattoo who we'd paced ourselves by was gaining on us, I had enough gas left to flat-out sprint to the finish line and finish with a time fifteen minutes better than I'd expected.
    Today, however, I feel kind of lost, and weird.

    Apparently this isn't an uncommon feeling; they call it the post-race blues, and it has not only a lot to do with the fact that you just balls-out ran 13.1 freaking miles as fast as you could UPHILL BOTH WAYS (not joking, it was partially downhill both ways, too, but f*ck) and are now sore in places you didn't know existed, but also with that whole thing where achieving your goals is only a momentary high and then you're all like "WTF do I do with my life now?"

    I think perhaps my weird feeling wouldn't be as weird if I hadn't also had the same thing happen in all the areas of my life in the last two weeks.

In the last two weeks, I have:  gotten my very first short story published, gotten a promotion to full-time at work, met a new guy, and run my very first half marathon.  I am freaking pooped.  I have been busting my ass for the last ten months at work in the hopes of getting this promotion, trying to get published for about a year and a half, and training in 110-degree weather for this race for six months.  (I'm not going to talk about the whole guy thing in-depth, because my dating history is sad and sordid and way too long to put here, but you know what "new guy syndrome" is like: no sleeping, on a constant emotional high, and using muscles for various enjoyable activities you sort of forgot you had.)  The last two weeks have been awesome.  And exhausting.

 The Buddhists say you should perform actions for the sake of the action itself, and not for the sake of its outcome: whether you lose or win, they say, doesn't matter--the point is the acting.  The results take care of themselves.
    I think I went into my work in these areas with that expectation; I love running, I love writing, and I love my job.  I had goals so that I had a focus to my work, but I didn't expect them to pay off anytime soon, and certainly not all at once.
    But I can't seem to remember what the Buddhists say about dealing with fact that your work has culminated in an achievement, whether badly or well.  I guess I could set new goals, but that's not really the way I want to approach these parts of my life that I love so very much.  I want to keep doing them for their own sake, and not become an achiever.  I want to get better to do justice to myself and my talents, and not because I need the high of reaching goals.  But it's hard.  How do you keep writing just for yourself, when you know you can get published?  How do you keep running just to get outside and enjoy it, when you know you've got a not-altogether-embarrassing half-marathon in you?  How do you make sure you're going in to work in order to make some third-graders excited about science, when all of a sudden you have dental insurance and 5 extra hours of meetings every week?
   And what in God's name do I do now, when all of my goals have been reached in the space of two weeks?  How do I relax and enjoy the fruits of my labor, without forgetting the purpose of the labor?

   For now I'm busting out a quart of cookie dough ice cream, but I'll need some new ideas tomorrow.


  1. About the half marathon: I am so excited for you. :) That is freaking AWESOME.

  2. You do a little dance Hilary. You find an open space take a deep breath, smile big and shake that backside.

  3. As far as achievements go, try to bask in the moment. Admit and respect the achievements you have made because they are spectacular... and they are spectacular because they are YOURS. Take a moment...step back and smile the kind of smile you save only for yourself or those closest to you. Congrats Hilary, accomplishment is exhausting but what we would have if we never tried for anything?

  4. This is way too sappy of advice for a girl who is willing to post online all of her publication rejections until recently.

    Are you going to bask, or are you going to finish that delicious ice cream, and then push your nose back to the grindstone, because you actually haven't finished the marathon? You've hit a few mile markers, maybe even finished a half marathon (which is huge, amazing, not putting that down at all) but your full race isn't close to complete yet.

    Of course, I needn't say the obvious about metaphor and the like.