As I read other bloggers (such as Miss Zippy) recount their #BestRun, I can’t help of course but think of myself. After I started running 2 years ago, I can’t help but think that most of my best days involve either friends, family, food or running. If I’m lucky, I got all four. What makes a great run?
Running your first Marathon, qualifying for Boston on a time that was 30 minutes faster than ever expected?
Winning a race? Or 2nd place to winning for me?
Or watching your brother finish his first 10K! I love creating running addicts!
Running something I didn’t think I was capable of, like a 6 hour trail race covered in snow?
Or using a race as an excuse for a weekend getaway to Montreal?
Just reflecting back makes me wish I was in my running shoes, hitting the pavement instead of just reminiscing. As of today, I’ve run 773 miles during 2013 alone. Picking a “best” run would be an insult to all the other miles threaded even the wet miserable ones. I’ve had many great runs, but I know my #BestRuns are still ahead of me. Especially as I continue to surround myself with amazing friends and family like the ones below and many more that I continue to meet on trails and pavement.