I know you. You're my friend or a training partner. You're a stranger running next to me on the treadmill making me want to push a little harder. You're the girl ahead of me at the race.
Thank you for showing up, for calling me and asking if I was going to be there, for scheduling yourself into a fitness class and not canceling. For picking me up on the way to the track. For pushing me out the door when it's dark, cold, windy, hot, snowing.
I saw you at a race. I had stopped to walk and you slowed down next to me to tell me I could come going. Your "almost there" at the 10 mile mark didn't even bother me like it usually would. You once told me it was my victory lap. I started running faster thinking about all those early morning, cold, dark, training runs. Thinking about everything I had sacrificed to be there. You pushed me across the finish line.
There are some days I don't want to be working out. My legs feel like lead. My pants keep slipping down and I'm tired of tugging at them. My heart feels like it's going to explode. I'm thirty pounds heavier than I was a year ago and everything feels so hard. I'm struggling to catch my breath. You're struggling too but your smile, high-five, and that look you give me to tell me "we got this" keeps me from giving up.
I hope I've been there for you. Either through social media, at the gym, pounding the pavement or helping you get to the finish line. This community means so much to me.