I wanted a tattoo that could be running-related but would also be relevant otherwise...something that encompassed both my running story and my vision for my life. I wanted something meaningful to me, romantic but not sappy, not trite or overdone. (Can you tell I was a tattoo newbie? If I had known how much of a non-issue it would turn out to be, I don't know if I would have chewed on it for so long.)
Sometime last year, I finally chose a quotation from an essay-turned-song written by Mary Schmich, which I play for my students every year as they prepare to leave the small pond of middle school for the high school ocean. It has always resonated with me; it's a lesson that speaks to the runner in me while also illuminating a much bigger picture.
So, Tuesday rolls around and I'm not the least bit nervous. In fact, all I felt was moderate excitement of the "finally!" kind. I'd been waiting for this for so long that I didn't even really have butterflies! It just felt right.
|No, I'm not white-knuckled; my hands were loosely clasped here, I swear.
|It's coming along!
But I know it will give me an extra boost internally on race day; it will be there always, reminding me of how far I've come, how far I have to go, and that this race - and every race I run - is mine, and I should run it accordingly.
Do you have, or would you get, a tattoo?
Is it running-related?