Whenever something comes into your life it seems that you are so excited about the “newness” of it all that you do not spend very much time at all thinking about how you will feel when it ends. Perhaps it is human nature that we do not want to think about such things as it reminds us of our own mortality. Or maybe it is just our way of putting off the inevitable.
But on Monday with the ring of the doorbell and a plop of a box on our front porch the time had come for me to retire my running watch and move on to a new one. I had performed CPR on my old watch numerous times over the past few months. Waking it up from the dead. Upgrading the hardware and software, doing a hard-reset to the system. But I was just in denial. It was time.
Last Sunday when the watch would not wake up for the run portion of the Lake Pflugerville Triathlon I knew that we were at the end of the road. So I went online, searched for the best deal and then …
My watch had been good to me. We had covered some serious mileage together. Ran and raced better, faster and farther than I ever have before.
We ran in Mexico, Canada, Hawaii and 27 of our 48 contiguous states.
We ran 7 marathons together, 8 half-marathons, 2 ultra races and too many short distance events to count.
We ran across the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, raced across the Cooper River Bridge in Charleston, SC. through a grove of Eucalyptus trees on Kauai and along the shores of the Gulf of Mexico. We ran in the snow, rain, wind and Texas heat. We even ran silently alone together on Christmas Morning this year to visit Dom at the cemetery.
Together we went out the door for 887 runs that covered 7,082.75 miles. Essentially across the United States from coast to coast. Twice.
We climbed 438,669 feet of hills together. That is 83 miles straight up.
My watch was good to me and in turn it was raised in triumph as we crossed the finish line this fall at the New York City Marathon with our personal best in that event with Dawn and Landry looking on.
To the last 7,000+ miles … thank you my friend. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.