In the past 24 hours, I have cried twice.
I miss my friend.
And, well, there might be some pregnancy hormones thrown in there too.
My friend Katie and I used to run together three times a week. I cannot tell you how much I miss those morning runs. It has nothing to do with “being in shape”, training for a particular event or achieving a new PDR.
I miss the conversations.
I am so thankful for a husband who I can talk to about anything. I’m thankful to live close to my mom and my sisters who are there for me at a moment’s notice should I need anything.
But there is nothing like a good conversation with a friend.
Katie and I were friends long before we started running together, but our running dates guaranteed we would see eachother. Some days we would run in relative silence. But most days, we would chat on and on about the latest triumph or struggle in our lives. There were some days we would even slow to a walk becaues the conversation we were having trumped the need for a strenuous workout.
Somehow, running together removed all walls and filters in our conversations. No topic was off-limits.
I miss that.
But I realized this morning that just because we live an hour away from eachother now, that doesn’t mean those conversations should end. I need her just as much now as ever – if not more. And I am so thankful that we live in a time where dear friends are just a call, a text or an email away.
But you better believe that there will be some scheduled long runs an hour away after the birth of my little one! I can’t wait.
How do you keep your “long-distance” friends close?