I had the pleasure of running nine miles with Glenna last Sunday. My delay in posting about it is in no way a reflection of my feelings about it. These days, the procrastinator in me is sneaking back control, threatening to shatter what little discipline I've gained in this past year and distress my sleep.
This run was fairly memorable, not for its speed or its distance, but for it's conversation. First, for the sheer fact of conversation - Glenna has arrived at the place where she can talk while run (though I know she thinks otherwise) - and secondly, for the topics that we probed, most too personal to write about here.
This Sunday run reminded me again of the wonderful communion of running with another person. This Sunday run's conversation reminded me of the even more profound grace of running with a friend.
Miles 426-434: A little less than two hours, sweating it out in so many ways.
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