I woke up to a beautiful sunny morning. Because of yesterday's rain, the air was so clean and fresh.
Because I had a little knee pain (bad shoes, I think) I decided to run a recovery one mile run. I asked if anyone in my family wanted to go with me and my second daughter said, "yes."
Last May,as a practice run, I did a Bubble Run, where you run through chutes filled with colored bubbles. It was fun. My daughter decided a month or so ago that she wanted to run in the next Bubble Run so when I do small runs she'll come with me. She's slow but dedicated.
We headed out through the camp ground, got trapped at a dead end, had to exit the camp ground and keep running on the highway.
As we turned around to finish the last .12 miles, a nice walker-lady yelled out to us (but really to my daughter) "Good Job! Keep going!" When you run sometimes the encouraging stranger is the friend you need to keep going.
We turned back into the campground. My daughter was getting tired so we held hands and she commented that that was helping her. Finally the mile was finished and we cheered and hugged and clapped at our accomplishment.
Sometimes when you're running the friend is the person who holds your hand so you can finish. Whether a stranger friend or a family friend, all runners need a friend and I was glad to have a few this morning.
Love it.
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