“If you run, you are a runner. It doesn’t matter how fast or how far. It doesn’t matter if today is your first day or if you’ve been running for 20 years. There is no test to pass, no license to earn, no membership card to get. You just run.” John Bingham
This quote totally speaks to me.
I ran the Red Cross Turkey Trot this morning. 5k. Flat course. Other than it being 28 degrees, this wasn’t a painful experience.
I made the “B’s” in my life come along:
Matty B and Aunt B. They talked zombie movies. I tried to concentrate on not getting frostbite.
Aunt B is actually a speedy little lady. She was kind enough to scale back at the end so that I could catch her and we could cross the finish line together. I need her to pace me on all my runs!
My favorite part of any race is when the finish line comes into view and you just go! All the “reserves” you’ve been holding onto are exhausted and you just run.
Ok, ok, my real favorite part is when it’s over and you feel so great and so accomplished and then you go get hot coffee.
Long live Dutch Bros.
Long live running.
Long live my two running buddies.
P.S. My ankle was a rock star. No problems.
P.P.S. While you might think otherwise from the above pictures, none of us are medicated. We all look pretty out of it…
P.P.P.S. Matty B thinks that my cold weather running attire makes me look like a bank robber. I think his cold weather running attire makes him look homeless. I guess we’re even.