Ok this may seem like a run of the mill obligatory thanks to my wife/mom/husband/kids etc., kinda of post and it well may be, but this is my take on it.
“How was your run?” Four simple words that mean a lot to runners like us. We walk through the door covered in sweat or perhaps a frost beard and our loved ones have sensed our battle with the elements or perhaps like tonight, the joy on my face and ask us the most simple of questions for which we usually have at least a hundred word answer. Tonight’s answer for me was about a terrific 20 km run through the trails which were spectacular in their fall colours culminating in a deer presenting itself framed perfectly between the rails on the abandoned rail line in the Don surrounded be the previously mentioned awesome fall foliage.
I want to thank those people who indulge me by listening to long boring tales of races and training runs. My daughter always lets me tell her mile by mile recaps of Boston or some other race. Katie or Nancy are always ready to listen to these tales. That makes me feel good. I feel validated and important. Something that is so important to me is important to them. That means so much. Without that running would be much less satisfying. That is a huge part of what keeps me running. That my friends and family can see how important it is to me and give me the time and attention to share it with them. I feel good about my running and I am both secretly and sometimes overtly proud of myself. They get this and give of themselves. They are sad to see me disappointed and thrilled to see me jump for joy.
In running it is often talked about how there is a great community of support and how runners really are there for each other. This is very much my experience as well. The absolute genuine feeling I get from sharing the finish line with the folks who have just journeyed those same miles as you. Strangers become more than friends, they are fellow adventures and are in sync with your triumph and suffering. I wish to thanks those folks a lot. The runners who have that look in their eye of understanding. That finish line moment when you are completely yourself without anything but your shared feelings of exhaustion and some form of disbelief.
I almost always run alone. Though yesterday I ran with Dave who has been very supportive with his encouragement as I try to get back in the game. Running alone is how I prefer to run but as we all know there are many people behind even the runs we do alone. I want to thank those folks who are there with patience and are there to pick me up after long runs to High Park. And, to fellow runners who honk as you climb the Pottery Road hill.
So thanks to all that keep me chugging along; family, friends, fellow runners, spectators and strangers.
Thank you from the soles of my shoes to the sweat that drips from my brow