A Letter to my Running Wife

Dear T,

Once upon a time there was an overweight insecure mom with a crummy jogging stroller who wondered every single day how she was going to make it till 5pm…

…and then what happened? 

Well.  I met you.

In the years that we’ve known each other we have traveled thousands of miles by foot, flight and Beige Mini-van. 

We’ve slept together. 

We’ve contemplated Rooster-cide.

We've eaten cliff bars together all over the world.

We’ve honeymooned on a yacht (yeah, it doesn't suck to be us, True?).  

We’ve met Bart Yasso. 
We've run PR's.
We've run PU's.
We've run the last miles of each other's marathons.

We’ve hung out with my BFF Bart Yasso. (~ahem~ about that view) 

We’ve eaten vegan donuts with some bada**/freaktastic runners in SF.

We've won races.  Can I say that again.
We've FREAKING won races.  yeah, I know, seriously? We rock. 
And in all that you’ve shown me so much… too many things to count.

 

My favorite lessons from you are:

When someone tells you that you can’t, you DO IT ANYWAY.  And if that someone has a red shirt, you DO IT BETTER THAN THEM.  It’s an ideal that I love to embrace.

When things seem tough in the moment, you remind me to REMEMBER THE BIG PICTURE.  The big picture is bigger than Boston, Brooks or Lululemon… though, lulu…

You show us all to be PROUD of ourselves, and to REFLECT on the accomplishments we have achieved.  So congrats again on that 5K WIN… I love that you called me that day.

 You’ve shown me that it’s okay TO LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE, that you’ll never make someone else happy by living the way they want you to live, even if it means ignoring the people who scoff at how “crazy” we are.  Getting up at 4:30 in the morning to meet your running wife on a dark street is worth it, every time.

I love that you LISTEN TO YOUR HEART – and believe that what it tells you is possible.

So listen to your heart now.  Trust yourself as much as I trust you.

You are my running wife.

And if I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t change a thing, Red Shirts and all. 

love you,

g. 





Taper Island Day #10... and I'm not
even Jealous at all that T's out of  
here in ~like~ 3 days... 
b*tch.  
OH, is this thing on?