When I first moved to Jackson, I only knew my boyfriend (now my husband), his best friend, and his best friends girlfriend. I'm an introverted person, so it's hard for me to make friends (I usually have to be around them a lot to feel comfortable enough to talk about anything personal but most people just think I'm shy or rude for not speaking).
I spent my free time with my boyfriend. I had made a few friends at work and spent some time with them, but mostly it was with Mike. His best friend's girlfriend, Meredith, had met a friend (Lidija) that she said was a lot of fun. They were getting together with a few other women at Lidija's house and Meredith invited me along. I knew two girls from work there and thought it was a great group of girls. Fast forward 8ish years, past marriage and babies and more baby, and past 6 years of slowly coming out of my shell and now these girls can't get rid of me. I've got stories that I've told a hundred times that they still listen to, tears that nobody cares that I shed, and constant chocolate whenever we meet.
Three of these girls (Angie, Becky, and Michelle) get stuck with me quite often. Actually, now that I think about it, I think they can't get enough of me. They begged and begged and begged for me to run a marathon with them (OK, maybe begging isn't the right word, it went more like this: Me: "Hey, did I hear you guys talking about a marathon?" Them: "yea" Me: "Ok, I'll run another one with you." Them: <awkward pause> <whisper> 'Did we invite her?'. Ha! I'm kidding!
They did the full training for the May marathon, and I ran half of what they ran (see training schedule ) and we all started the marathon. One of us became severely dehydrated and had to stop around 21.5 miles. A few hours after we finished, I volunteered to run another one with her when she was ready. Last week she decided she was ready, so we are upping our mileage to prepare for an October marathon. I really don't care about completing another marathon, I don't care about another medal, but I wouldn't miss the training. I have learned so much from these girls. I learned how great organic food is, I learned about eMeals (about any night of the week you could pop over to any of our houses and we'll probably be preparing the same meal!), I learned that I'm not the only one who screams at my children until I'm blue in the face. We read the same articles, listen to the same podcasts, run a ton and still don't lose weight. We can talk for five hours without much silence.
So here we go again. Another 2.5 months of training, another hundred or two miles on my shoe, and I'm sure an injury or two, but I wouldn't miss it for anything! I wonder how many marathons we can fit in next year....