At the start of the year, I said my goal for 2019 is to run with joy. This has not been a joyful year. I broke my arm in January and that has been about the easiest thing to deal with.
In March I ran well, but two weeks ago I pulled my hamstring. So today I went out to the hangry race just to find joy. As usual, I found it in the running community.
A community of people who put a coat on me when I under dressed to check people in this morning.
A community of 160 runners, who raised money to feed hungry people.
A community of accomplished athletes and first time warriors, where there is no distinction between the two.
A community where I crossed the finish line behind a grade school age girl and a senior citizen woman.
A community where the strongest finisher was my neighbor.
A community where the race directors have enough sense of humor to tolerate my chiding.
Today I ran my slowest 5K ever, but found joy in friends, high-fives, selfies, and the beloved community.