When snow was pelting the east coast this week, I initially thought my flight into
I was booked to fly onto
Wednesday evening, right smack into the heart of one of the worst snow storms in recorded history. As the day progressed, I found out thousands of flights were being cancelled as snow battered Washington D.C and New York . Sure enough, my flight was cancelled too. I was minutes away from aborting my trip to the east coast altogether when I learned I was now booked on the only flight into New York Wednesday night. Yea, right. Like this plane is really going to fly into the middle of this raging monster when no others would dare. I started making plans to spend another night in New York . Minneapolis
But as the clock ticked closer to the 6 pm boarding time, I kept checking for a cancellation notice. Nothing. I started making my way to the airport. When I arrived I quickly looked at the departure monitors, sure to see a big “Cancelled” next to my flight. Nothing. Come on guys, now you’re going to make me go through security and walk all the way to the gate, only to tell me my flight is cancelled like the thousands of others into
. But as I approached the gate, it finally hit me. This plane is going to take off. And I’m supposed to be on it. New York
“We are scheduled to touch down at 11:45 p.m.” the pilot announced. “But it could take longer because we’ll probably be in a holding pattern for a while due to the storm” he added. Great, I thought. We are taking off and we don’t even know if we can land! In the end, we made it. And when we touched down, the entire plane erupted in applause. I was making my way off the jetliner and I heard one of the ground crew saying our pilot was a hero because ours was the only plane that landed that night. Nice.
As I was running through
Central Park early Thursday morning, it dawned on me that, as runners, sometimes we just have to “get through it”. Be it snow storms, cancelled flights, late-night arrivals, just “getting through it” means simply lacing up our shoes and getting out there. Then comes Friday morning, and I’m now in Boston, running next to the frozen Charles River. The sky is clear, and the sun is rising in the blue sky. I made it over the bridge to , where I get my first glimpse of the MIT campus. Cambridge
As I’m heading back, a youngish college kid runs by me at a good clip. I shuffle along, taking in the scenery. Not knowing, my feet begin turning over a little faster. Now a couple hundred yards ahead of me, I notice the youngish one isn’t taking any more ground. I’m gaining ground. I look down at my GPS. 7 minute pace….6:45, 6:30…Now I’m shadowing him by a few yards. Ok…feet. When he looks over his shoulder, his pace quickens. My stride is steady. I quietly pull up next to him, listening. I hear labored breathing. With miles in the bank, I gently shift into the next gear and begin to separate. My legs carry me now. Yes. These are the moments.
Getting through it.