Five.
I'm not sure I can express how miraculous that is. But it is. Because it's running.
Billie and I were new friend back then. Our sons were in preschool together, and were good friends (still are)...and the preschool teacher kept getting Billie and I confused for each other. And so that's how we got introduced. She was fairly new to tiny town too and I was desperate to make friends. Billie is pretty quiet, and I am...less quiet, so I sorta stalked her into a McDonald's play date.
This is Billie and I in 2009. :) |
We've taken short breaks...due to freezing weather, injury, boredom, and my barfing-all-the-time pregnancy with Lucy. But we always come back to it.
I laugh when I think of all the different things we've discussed on the roads and trails. Because you know, between running partners, what's said on the trails stays on the trails. It's the runners code. Or something. It's safe to say she knows more about me than anyone (other than Ben,)
A running partner is a gift. One that I do not take for granted. Without her showing up at my door, or counting on me, I would absolutely not run on my own. And the fact that we have the same pace...well that's simply divine. And one that can put up with me at 6 in the morning for that long...priceless. She has become one of my closest friends. We joke about whether we run because of the physical part of it...or because it's good therapy.
And the answer is both. Without a doubt.
And after 5 years of running I'm happy to report that the Mizuno Wave Inspires that I have to wear because I "mildly overpronate" FINALLY came in fun colors.
Because really, a little gaudy makes running way more fun.
Here's to five more years of running. At least.