A few months ago, I started meeting a few sweet girls on Wednesday mornings to run the trails by my house.
Initially it was simply because my girl, Jill, wanted to learn to trail run.
Although now it has become somewhat of a lifeline for me. A safe place with just one non-negotiable ground rule - what is said on the trail stays on the trail.
It is funny how I can spend years trying to build friendships with people, trying to connect in some meaningful and important way, but then I get out with them on the road or on the trail, where we have nothing to prove and all the time in the world, and suddenly they are simply... part of me.
I've had a few of them over the years. My runner girls. Women with whom I have shared miles and miles of joys as well as great sorrows with. And even though we may not be running at all together now - they are as much a part of my soul as running itself.
I am grateful for the time I had with those girls then. Just as I am grateful for my time with my Wednesday girls now.
And even more grateful that my Wednesday girls became Sunday girls and spent some time with some wine and me yesterday.
Truly, truly grateful.
xoxo,
momo
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