I didn’t really mean to take a break from blogging but I should have expected it – I’ve spent the past five days with our runners at indoor track nationals. We piled in to the van last Wednesday and after an hour of dancing to the nationals cd they had made they crashed like a kid after a few dozen pixi sticks. Thankfully our drive was relatively short and the rest of our trips in the car were more thoughtfully paced and filled with games, stories and the like (with dancing interspersed).
Running is an interesting thing, something more along the lines of a roller coaster ride than a definitive love or hate relationship. There are challenges, triumphs, setbacks, achievements, and each day brings something new. You learn more about yourself and the kind of person you are because of the situations you are in than you probably ever realized. In my opinion, you also learn more about God and your relationship with Him than you could have imagined. While our time at nationals didn’t go as planned, there is so much more to the story and it was just one chapter, or maybe one page.
To me, running has always been a team sport. I thrive when I run with other people, and went left alone I tend to lose motivation and get away with as much as possible – a day off here, an easy run there, etc… It’s really no surprise and those people who have been a part of some kind of team know exactly what I’m talking about. So, here’s to the team – the people I spend each afternoon with, the people I suffer in the snow and rain with, the people I see at 6am on Saturdays to head to a track meet.
It’s those people that make running fun – and it’s those people that through running have become some of my closest friends.