I use up all the ice for ice baths and filling my
75% of our travel expenses over the past 5 years have been to travel to a race. I talk to you about tempos, rabbits, PRs, fartleks, sub-3s, and BQs and you know exactly what I'm saying. I pop blisters on the kitchen floor and haven't had 10 toenails since 2014.
But I'm one of the lucky ones.
You always say you're crazy, I love you, be safe when I'm leaving for the woods at 5:00 a.m.
You brag to your customers about me and always let me know when you helped a runner.
You celebrate when I do well, you know to back off when I've had a tough race or training run.
You have woken up at 3:00 a.m. to see me run for 60 seconds.
You always ask me how far I'm running today and when I get home, you ask me how it went.
You never give me (real) grief about the time and money I spend on running.
You have made friends with my running friends all over the country.
You have volunteered at races and walked 5Ks even though you aren't a runner.
You give me bittersweet inspiration every day to appreciate every moment I get to do what I love.
I don't say it enough - thank you for not only letting me be me, but giving me a reason to be a better version of me.