Saturday, 20 September 2014

What is a friend?

Really though. Have you ever wondered? What does an actual friend look like? 

Yes yes, I know all the definitions. A friend is there when others are not. A friend will only get in your way if you're going down not up. A friend is etc etc etc. 

I've heard and read all the definitions. 

Well... Now I know. I know what a friend looks like. It looks like Nicky. 

Last weekend I got sick. With no explanation. Out of the blue I got really sick. It was scared. Actually I was terrified. I was panicked. And I was embarrassed. 

But Nicky was there. A solid absolute sense of warmth and safety. 

CS Lewis said something once about friendship being unnecessary. Something about it not being necessary for survival. 

I found the quote...
"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival." ~C.S. Lewis

I probably WOULD have agreed with that. But I don't now. 

Friendship, when it is in it's purest form, is necessary. It is vital. 

One more thing... You'll love this...

Even when I was drugged up in the hospital and expecting to stay the night ... Nicky popped out to get our race packs for the half marathon the next day. 

Just in case. 

We ran. Our 7th half marathon. And we set a new PB. Our slowest half ever. 

Sunday, 7 September 2014

There we were. Outside the gate. Mucking around. Adjusting our caps, tightening our laces, deciding whether or not to add another layer, setting our watches... Mucking around. Doing everything we could to put off the run. 
Then Nicky's husband came at us with a hose!!! 
An actual hose!
Spraying water at us!

There's a little bit of hope in the mucking around. Hope that something might just happen ... so that we can say "We can't run now!"  I always secretly pray for a civil emergency. 

It's always tough. It's always hard. Even just getting your gear on can be soul destroying. But you know right? Deep down inside... You know ... You have to run.

So stop mucking around... If I could squirt a hose of icy cold water at you I would. 


Sunday, 17 August 2014

She's the bossy one.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

A woman at the 10k today told us that she was using us to get her to the finish line. 
She said if she could just keep up with us she knew she could get in done under an hour. 
She said she could hear us talking and told us that it was easy to see who the bossy one was. 


Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

Bossy? Nah. Nicky just has this unfailing faith in my ability to cross the finish line in a good time. 

So when I start to struggle and slow... She's there pushing me along. 

"She's the bossy one" ... Gonna laugh about that for a while!!!

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Run Rhino Run

My friend made a joke about me running the other day. 

Thundering along like a rhino. 

It's funny cos it's true. 

I'm not a lithe and light and toned and taught runner. 

I'm a rhino. 

So. If your excuse is that you're a rhino... Well that just isn't fair. 

The rest of us rhinos are running. 

So run rhino run. 

Monday, 4 August 2014

I'm average.

Why do I run?

Because most of life I've felt average, and that's because I was average.
Actually, I am average.

Not the worst.
Not the best.

But always, in my averageness, I've dreamed big dreams and I've wished for marvellous things.

When I cross the finish line, I'm not average.  I'm soaring above averageness.

So I run to ditch the heavy weight of average.  The weight that I drag around with me every day.

Because average people don't train and run half marathons.

And I've done 6 of them.

Thursday, 31 July 2014

Give yourself some credit. 

Remember when you ran for 1 whole kilometre?!!! Without stopping?!!!

Remember your first 5k? I do. I had to have a 2 hour sleep and take two aspirins!

Remember the first time you went for your first 60 minute run?!!!
You ran for A WHOLE HOUR!!!!

We forget. Those distances and times were a big deal. 

They still are. 

Just running is a big deal. 

Give yourself some credit.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

The drive home from Nicky's is bliss. 
It's 20 minutes of bliss. 
My legs are tired and seize up a bit from the run. 
I start to get cold and a bit shivery. 
It's quiet. No one is asking anything of me. 
A goofy smile widens as that chuffed with the run feeling sets in. 
It is bliss. 
And that's why I run. 

I always wanted to be one of those women who just put on their sneakers, tied their hair into a ponytail and ran. But I had NEVER run.

That all changed. I'm a runner now.