I completed my first leg of the Triple Crown this morning. The Anthem 5k. It was a very fast and flat run through downtown Louisville. It made me very happy to enjoy the sunshine and beauty of the city I rarely have time to appreciate.
My friend wasn’t so lucky. She has been battling a terrible cold since Thursday. She was a trooper and still ran with me and didn’t complain a bit until after we crossed the finish line. I don’t know if I would have had the mental will to do what she did, feeling like she did.
I have spent so much time thinking about what it would be like to be a “good” runner. How I could sign up for a race and not have to worry about if I’ll be able to finish it. How I could enjoy my weekday training runs as leisure and not work.
It dawned on me half way through the race, amidst the crowd: I am a runner.
It doesn’t matter how “good” I am. Good is a relative term. I’m “good” compared to where I was this time last year. And by this fall I’ll be even better. The fact that I’m RUNNING is enough to call me a runner, regardless of how “good” I seem.