This weekend I ran a 50-mile relay with some friends from high school, my husband, and my sister.
The scenery was gorgeous (I love me some Southern Utah red rock). (Except for the part where I had to run through an industrial park, but you know. It could have been worse. I’m still kind of scarred from the runner on another team who decided to change his shorts by the side of the road. Eeee.)
But the company was the best part.
I count good friends among my greatest blessings in life. People who have known you for a long time, who have moved past both your best and worst qualities and who know you for the middle ground, the person that you really are. People who celebrate when you do, who cry with you, who make you laugh. And who let you do the same for them.
In the picture above, my teammate Justin is running the wrong way on a freeway offramp. This was what he was supposed to do–it was part of the course–but I loved this image.
Friends are also those who tell you, in whatever way you need to hear or will listen, when you’re going the wrong way. And they are the ones at the sideline screaming for you when you are pushing through something hard, running faster than you thought you could.
In other news, I’m doing a book signing this weekend in Orem. More details here. I’d love to see you there!