This morning as I laced up my sneakers, I thought about just how much you mean to me. We've covered a lot of miles together and I've appreciated your company on every hill, bend, and straightaway. And, though I don't say it out loud very often, I'm so grateful to have you in my life.
I'll admit, when we first met I wasn't really that into you. Spending time with you was just an excuse to hang out with my friends. But over the years something clicked and now I can't imagine what I would do without you.
Some of our experiences have been tough. There were moments when I complained about you; so much so that people told me I shouldn't see you anymore. (Remember when my hip flexor was impinged?) But I just couldn't stay away. No one gets me the way you do. You know exactly how to comfort me when I'm sad, and how to help me blow off steam when I'm angry.
Still, it's the joyful moments you bring that are most meaningful. The exhilaration of crossing a finish line, the lazy Saturday mornings bubbling with conversation, that “I own the world!” feeling after a tough speed session. You always help me find my smile.
Running, when I think about where we've been, I get excited about where we'll go. Thank you for being a bright spot in my life. I love you.
P.S. The weather in NYC was fantastic for a long run this weekend! Thanks to my buddy NigelUK for doing 14 miles in the park with me. Was anyone else out there?