Conny

Your running partner is more than someone you run with. They see you at your worst (sweat, snot, spit and tears) and they see you at your best (when you are kicking their ass up the hill). They become your therapist, your partner in crime, your vault, your sounding board and friend. When you run with someone a couple of times a week and do it for several years (or like six or seven), when you miss three weeks and two days, even if it is for vacations (and a sinus issue), you feel like a part of your world is missing. This morning my world was re-balanced when I met Conny for our first early (still not sure why it had to be early, nobody worked this morning) morning summer trail run.

We shared vacation stories, caught up on the latest goings on and had plenty of time for banter, which we LOVE to have. This morning we decided that as fabulous as Conny is, she is gross one (really she is, I had to “la-la-la” her out), and I was the immature one (I am not going to apologize for thinking that fart sounds are funny…they are).

Looking forward to our run next week, the sun better be out, because I AM going in the lake.