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Stinkin Nicky.

We're at the business end of our training.  3 weeks to go till the Rotorua Half.

I'm tired.  And I'm losing the love.  Nicky and I both WILL each other to pike first.  When my phone bleeps with a text from her I hold my breath HOPING that she is texting these words "Sorry Kath. Can't run tonight".  And then I would leap around the kitchen and pour a glass of wine and get in my pjs and watch tv then fall into a deep sleep.

But in what world would that happen? Nicky has never texted those words.  No, Nicky is just letting me know that she's home and can head off early if that suits me.

And so I pull on my stinkin running gear.  Lace up my stinkin shoes.  Tie up my stinkin hair.  Put on my stinkin hat.  Get in my stinkin car and drive to stinkin Nicky's house.  Stinkin Nicky.

And we run.  And within 5 seconds I've found the love.  And we run for 50 minutes.  And we talk all the way.  And we laugh. And the run is done.

And I carefully take off my loyal shoes that I love so much and put them gently in their place in the laundry, smiling at them.  I peel off my running gear that is remarkable in it's ability to keep me both warm but dry.  I take off my trusty hat that keeps the hair out of my face and the sun out of my eyes and I place them all lovingly in the washing machine with extra napisan tonight because they did me proud.

And I text my most precious friend Nicky and thank her from the bottom of my heart for her friendship and tell her I can't wait for the next run.

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