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This week I was finally able to get out into the sunshine and ride along with Chris on his training runs, and I could see right away why our proxy riders, Maddie and Amber, were enjoying the experience. Wow, fresh air, sunshine, and someone to push while I just sit back and savor the thrill of the ride, this is delightful!
First I thought... I'd very selfishly claim the blessing of the mildest winter weather I can recall in my experience in Chicagoland, as Gods favor on our quest...and why not? After all on a beautiful June day in 2010, our beach wedding, got rained out, as a severe thunder storm passed through the area at the exact time it was to commence. Four months later, a very large deer ran into our brand new CRV, nearly totaling it. Did I mention, this happened while we were on our way to church? And...two months later, we got the news that I had ALS!
Through it all my faith and my sense of humor, have stayed remarkably in tact, so I say sunny 40 degree weather in Chicagoland in February is gift intended just for us, and I dare you to argue the point, no matter how crazy or delusional it sounds to you. Stake your own claims...I won't stand in your way.
I was elated that Chris chose to run my old rollerblade route, a three mile loop I would repeatedly race around to the point of exhaustion, at any opportunity during the warmer months. Still...my personal best at seven laps or 21 miles, would be shy of Chris' challenge to push me 26.2 in May. I've been joking about needing a blindfold for the marathon knowing how fast Chris can run, but I really wouldn't want to miss one moment of the experience.
Chris shares the excitement of his riders, so it seems that he likes to have a chatty passenger, but for me, the relationship with the course was much too intimate to divert my focus with conversation.
You see... it had been two summers since I'd felt the vibrations from the wheels against the pavement, and as they were emanating from the footboard where my feet were tethered, they were pulling me back into the memory. I closed my eyes, focused on the movement of the jogger, and slipped back into my skates to savor the run.
I didn't have to open my eyes to know that we were winding down Saddleridge, or headed downhill on Bridle. I could still feel the burn in my quads as we pushed up Old Forge and Appaloosa, and I giggled when he took the steep winding path by the park at full speed.
This was more than a training run for me; it was a chance to feel a little bit of the joy I used to feel under my feet; it was a wonderful gift, and I can't wait to get back out there.
Thank you Chris...
