9 miles. That’s what I ran (slow jog) this morning. Let’s get it straight. My definition of running is pretty much not walking, miles or kilometers per hour be damned. I haven’t run that far in years.  It was incredibly slow, as in they might close the course on me at 7 hours slow.

I remember that cross Ohio race I did. It was bike, roller blade, paddle and walk/run from Lake Erie to the Ohio River. I finished last (Well, maybe not really because those girls bailed from the damn takeout in the night. Whatever.) You were my support the entire weekend. I will always remember you napping in the car with me at the dam on the Muskingham, seeing you across the river in Zanesville and rounding a curve on the bike in southern Ohio to find you sitting and waiting for me with food and Gatorade. I felt so close to you.

Today when I ran droplets of sweat were tears for you and there were plenty. I miss you.