What Race?

Yesterday I drove down to Norwell, MA to catch up with a dear friend from college that I hadn't seen in over two years.  We not only shared a dorm room freshman year, but we also ran cross country and track together and shared a lot of funny moments over the course of our four years.  We grabbed a coffee and brought each other up to speed with our lives including updates on our husbands and kids, our jobs and so on and so on.  There was a lot to discuss.  After about thirty minutes, we headed over to the high school (the very one my friend attended as a spritely young athlete) and picked up our numbers for the 5K that we had signed up for.  Had she not checked her watch we would have easily missed the race.  Something strangely similar happened to us during college once but I won't get into it.  As we warmed up and stretched, we continued to reminisce about the old days, laughing a lot and making fun of each other over the many stupid things that we did at school.  The gun blew and we took off and.... then we quickly reconnected three short miles later and continued chatting.  I got to meet her two beautiful daughters and catch up with her parents who I got to know well when we were roommates.  Finally, we ran back to our cars together excitedly discussing which race we would run together next time and then hugged and said our goodbyes.  Running is a passion we both share and though the race was what brought us together, the actual "race" was an afterthought.  Our times didn't matter.  Our place was not important.  We didn't compare and contrast.  We just hung out.  And it was awesome.  Another one of the many reasons to appreciate running and all the amazing things it has to offer.

Listen to this:

L.S.F - Kasabian