So, as it turns out, I’m sitting home in my jammies, reading the paper, having coffee by the fire, and I remember…Kim is running the local 8K in our town…because we just haven’t switched to the 5K/10K thing, we are still stuck on a 5 miler. I remembered last May when I was running, and there she was with her kids on the course…cheering me on.
The race started at 8:30. It’s 8:40. Knowing how these things never start on time, I throw on my clothes, and jump in the car. There are 300+ people there. The one mile race had just finished. I look for her in line, because God knows she never pre-registers. I finally find her setting her watch, standing alone.
I was so excited to see her. Probably more excited than I would have been if I had been running. Definitely. I give her a big hug, take her pic, stand with the runners, and realize…I can’t be standing here. They are going to start running any second now. 3-2-1 and she is gone.
I snapped this photo of her running in. She’s running the race of the route we usually run, and I can’t wait to hear all about it. She is in at 45:40, which is stellar. I go and give her her shirt. We chat, and I leave to pick up Gymnotes #1 at a sleepover birthday party.
And I realize. Yeah. I’m part of a team. Even when I don’t run. We say to each other, “See you Monday night!”…when training resumes. I am done with my antibiotic, and although the chest feels heavy, it’s time.
See you Monday.