How long did it take?

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How long did it take? 

As a runner I get lots of questions. Some of them are funny, some are based on misinformation, and some provoke thought. After the “knee” question this question is in second place.

“So, how long did it take?”.

It usually follows the question “How much did you run today?” or after running a full marathon.  

After a marathon I sometimes answer “I tied for first in distance” but most of the time I answer that I have no idea how long it took. Really??? they’ll say. Yes, really. I don’t time my runs and haven’t for a very long time. I used to but got to the point where my day would be spoiled if I was off my pace from the previous day or if I didn’t beat my previous best time for a run. Then one day I decided that I would stop timing myself. It was the best decision I’ve made when it comes to running. I now run to run. I stop to take pictures; I talk to other runners. When I run on the mountain here in Montreal, I’ll usually stop to give directions to confused tourists.

I’ve learned that for me running isn’t about time. It’s about defeating that voice of self doubt we all have. It’s not about competing with other runners, it’s about competing against myself. And time is not the true measure of that. It’s getting out there when we don’t want to, it’s finishing the run even if we don’t feel like it. And it’s about inspiring others to get out there. Not necessarily to run but to do some form of exercise.

I know that time is important for many runners and running for a particular time motivates them. I respect that. But for me personally my measurement of a successful race is: Did I encourage other runners? Did I thank the volunteers? Did I throw my cup off to the side instead of in the middle of the road? Did I thank the police and security personnel? Did I interact with the crowd? Did I high five that 5-year-old with his hand stuck out? Did I acknowledge the spectator who called out my name?

So, if you see me and ask me how long a run took, you’ll know my answer😊

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