All runs don’t look the same. 

All races won’t be the same. 

Today at the #runtheatl 20K, a mother was close to the cut off time. 😫

I had a delicious cheese pizza last night and it was delightful. 

It wasn’t what my body needed as fuel for this 20k (turned 13 miles) 

The hills & humidity whooped my butt! 😣

I was weaving in and out of cones (that’s where I got extra miles) 

I just wasn’t at my best today. 

The most spectacular thing happened tho…

I ran with a guy 15 years my senior and he was injured. Needs back surgery and is afraid he’ll never run again. 

I collected his story, offered encouragement and he in turned helped me pace a bit faster than I would have. 

This bond with another human for over an hour was what we both needed. 

In a world where everyone looks at their phones all day, today we talked and encouraged one another. 

It was priceless. 

Finally, as I was worried about the cut off time, the bike guy who rides the course rides beside me and offers me additional encouragement. 😌

He said, “You know the first shall me last & the last shall be first!” 

Trying to help me feel better from literally being the last two runners on the course. 

I was honored. 

Im not one bit embarrassed or ashamed I came in last (2nd to last based on the time chip) 

I am grateful for the story I collected today and for my ability to become a stronger & better runner. 

Finishing last leaves a WHOLE lotta room to grow 😅😂