I like to run. I really do. Of course, there are days when I'm trudging along quietly questioning my sanity. Somehow at the end of my run, without fail, I am glad I took the time to tie up my sneakers and get moving.
I run to for many reasons, not the least of which include better health, quiet time and spending time outside. But a few weeks ago when I hit the road and joined my beautiful girl in The Cookie Race I found the best reason of all to run, being with her.
The morning of the race was cold. We had to pull out our winter caps, gloves and add an extra layer beneath our jackets. As we climbed into our car and headed to the race I savoured the fact that I wasn't just driving her to the race, I was running with her. Granted she would run 10 km and I only 5, but we were together. I enjoyed our chat on the car ride there; I smiled as we walked together to start line and felt pride that we would both cross the same finish line. These special moments have never been lost on me.
We completed our races and after a brief stop to refuel, we headed for the warmth of our car.
Back at home we stopped and grabbed a quick picture with our medals, and a warm feeling bubbled up inside me for I knew this morning was far more than just a run.