However, The World Through My Shoes is a blog about running (well, mostly) and today I came across one of the best running photos I could possibly own. Every single time I see it, I find that silly grin on my face, a tear in my eye and a throat coming dangerously close to swelling shut. You can feel the joy in the picture.
While pictures are worth a thousand words, I do feel I need to give you the story behind this particular picture. Lucky for you, it shouldn't take a thousand words. Or it may. We'll just have to wait and see what my word count says.
Though the picture is from last year, the story starts a couple years prior. In 2010, after running by myself for 6 years I decided to join a running group. Our local USA Fit Bellingham chapter included an Advanced Training Program (ATP) designed to take your marathon running to the next level and increase your speed regardless of where you were currently at. As nervous as I was - and despite how inadequate I felt - I signed up and quickly realized it was one of the best athletic decisions I could make as an adult.
I found myself surrounded with authentic people living busy lives and all with focused determination to improve. Encouragement is plentiful and slacking is not tolerated. Logging miles together I had found a kinship with these runners, I had found a family.
June 2011 several of us decided to run the Seattle Rock N Roll Marathon. A majority of us running the half marathon, while some running the full. This course is not an easy course with it's urban setting and rolling hills, yet we were all there to give it our best shot and leave it all out on the course.
Personally it was a strong race for me with my time being 2 minutes 8 seconds off of my half marathon personal best. Karen had hurt herself out on the course and despite the pain, we waited for Kathy to complete the 26.2 mile course; both Karen and Kathy being fellow ATP members. Kathy crossed the finish line and we all made plans to meet in downtown Seattle after showers and changing of clothes.
I'm getting to the good part. I promise.
With so many of us gathering together for a celebration dinner, a barrage of text messages went back and forth while we all tried to pin point where each of us were in downtown. While we were parking our car, Kathy calls my phone.
"Where you at?" Kathy quizzes me.
"We are parking the car and then heading into Nordstrom to pick something up. Where are you?"
"Karen and I will meet you there."
"What's going on? I can see your smile through the phone..."
Kathy promptly hung up on me. What. The. Heck.
I am now standing outside of the happiest place on earth - Nordstrom's shoe department - when Kathy and Karen come around the corner. Before I complete the sentence, "What is going on?" Kathy smiles and blurts out "I qualified for Boston".
Instant tears were in the eyes of Kathy, Karen and myself. Security guards with guns drawn sprint their way over to verify what the screaming could mean. (That may be stretching the truth just a tad). While still hugging and crying and squealing, my husband says, "Let's get a picture."
And the best family photo in the world's history was taken.
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| Myself, Kathy & Karen. |
