Year one.

WordPress just wished us a happy anniversary. A year has passed since we began this journey.
A year since we met our person; took a step with her feet; ran a minute; ran a mile.

We’ve run through snow and winter, sun and summer, rain and Disney.

A year of blisters and tears; of smiles and hugs.
A year of sweat, aches and pains. Countless Band-Aids and Epsom salt baths.

Thinking of all we’ve gone through makes me realize all the miles we’ve covered. I’m worn and tired.
As much as it pains me to admit it, I may need to start contemplating retirement.

Retirement. The logistics of which confound me. What will I do? More importantly, what about my person? Who will she run with? Who will support her and keep her feet safe? I’ve grown quite fond of her stride and can’t imagine a stranger traveling all the miles she has to go.

Too many concerns. Too many questions. My toe box hurts just thinking about it all. For now, I plan to focus on our upcoming race and not dwell on it being our last. The rest will come… 13.1 miles from now.

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