Sundays for the past year have meant long run days. I joined a running club about a year ago- which was totally out of my comfort zone. My first run with the club I ran with some people that were getting close to completing running a marathon in each of the 50 states… To say I was intimidated was an understatement.
As I continued to show up I found my pace group. Sometimes I just show up because I know that they will be there. We talk… sometimes for hours on our runs. We support each other and we genuinely enjoy each other’s company.
Yesterday I got a text asking about running together. Some were still getting together. My household is taking this social distancing very seriously. I had to say that I was out this Sunday but I hope to see them all very soon.
When I woke up this morning it was so hard to tie up my laces and get out into the brisk morning air knowing that I wasn’t meeting up with anyone. I decided to run a different route in hopes that new scenery would keep me entertained. It didn’t. And then my watch died (which while on a run really stinks!)…
No one to share stories with or listen to. No one to ask “this way or that?” No one. I really missed my running club today and I will never take for granted each mile I get to share with them in the future. I will continue my Sunday RUNdays, even if its alone, so that I can keep up when we can all run together again.