February 05, 2013

An Open Letter to Running

Dear Running,

I've been thinking about you a lot lately—how we used to hang out all the time, and how close we were. Sometimes it seemed you were the only one who understood me. You could tell what I was thinking or feeling before I even said a word. You were such a huge part of my life, every morning, there as reliably as a sunrise, as present as the word "the."

You didn't care what I looked like when we met up, and you didn't care how fast or slow I was so long as we were together. You even laughed at all my jokes.



You were my best friend, Running. I always felt it deep in my heart, but maybe I didn't tell you enough. Maybe you never realized how often I talked about you with all my other friends; maybe you didn't know all the nice things I said about you. I know now that I should have told you every chance I had.

I miss you, Running. Life just isn't the same without you.



These past few weeks, as I've sat here reflecting on our relationship with my foot elevated and wrapped tight in a surgical boot, I've had to come to a definition of myself that doesn't include you like it used to. I know it's not permanent; we may have drifted apart during this difficult time, but I think you and I both know we'll be reunited.

When we do meet up again, I know I'll try to treat you better, and you me. It's amazing how much can happen in three weeks, especially when you have to re-learn how to use a totally fundamental part of your body—especially one of the fundamental parts of the body with which you and I communicate, the part that makes us able to relate and carry on. Part of our shared language. Part of the fun.



I've got three more weeks in this thing, and then, I don't know what'll happen. I don't know when or where we'll meet again, but I know we will. I'm not going to force it, and I know you well enough to know you won't, either. You're too good and loving and patient for that—that's part of what draws me back to you again and again. You always forgive me, you always welcome me back with open arms and an open road.

I love you, Running. I miss you, I love you, and I can't wait to catch up when we both have a chance. We're going to have a great time together, I just know it.

See you soon, and all good things,
Meister

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