This morning I woke up early and ran my fourth 5K! My friend Jen and I ran together. It was her first.
And I think it was my favorite one thus far.
Because neither of us cared about our time or being competitive.
We were just doing something to be healthy and to hang out together.
Plus, it’s sponsored by Guardian Angel Services, an organization both of us care about. We’re both in social work.
Jen and I have been friends since freshman year of high school– 1995. That’s 20 years! Holy cow.
The event was called Angels Against Abuse, and before we ran there was a speaker. She talked about how she found the strength to leave her ex-husband, the man who was “the father of my children.” She repeated that last phrase emphatically– and I got it. Wouldn’t that be the primary arrow aimed at any woman trying to move on and escape an abusive relationship? Aren’t women always pressured to forgive all because they are expected to sacrifice not just her happiness, but her own well-being and safety in the name of keeping the family together? She said she knew if she didn’t leave, one day he would kill her. The most incisive moments for me was when she read excerpts of the love letters he would write her after the abuse. The promises, the begging, the hope he would spark that he really did want to treat her better. Her belief that *she* was the one who could heal him– he’d had a rough life.
She credited her counselor with helping her manufacture courage to start her own life with her children– safely. That counselor was her advocate at each court date, all the way until the divorce was finalized.
Afterward, they hugged. I was definitely tearing up.
And subsequently, the race stated.
There were times she needed to slow down and walk, and there were times that I did. And both of us are happy to comply and wait until the other was ready to run again. We’d talk a little.
And she was always positive, always fun!
It was equal. And both of us suggested running again to the other and encouraged each other to keep going.
We were also laughing because we got hit with not just substantial wind resistance, but rain!!
It was really coming at us! Luckily I had a hoodie from the event, but I was soaked. My toes were squishy in my shoes.
I joked that we were “hardcore” runners now! I I felt like such a bad ass.
Crossing the finish line was such an achievement!! I’ve never had to deal with so much weather in a run.
I did see my time at the end, but didn’t make particular note of it.
Then we grabbed some refreshments and snacks, thanked each other for a great race,and went our separate ways.
Neither cared about how we ranked. We had achieved our goal!
And now it was time to go home and enjoy it.
In two weeks we have another 5K, in Chicago. Cannot wait!!