“I thought this was one of those crazy mud things you’re always doing,” Mike said as I was picking up my bib from the tent near the river. We were in Boston on a drizzly Sunday morning so I could do the Boston River Run along the Charles.
“If I’d known it was a regular run, I might have done it with you.”
I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing tight and grinning up at him as I said, “You still can! They have on-site registration!”
He sighed knowing he was beat and let me drag him over to the next table so he could sign up.
And that’s how we ended up wogging (walk-jogging) our first New England 5K together. We walked most of it, sprinting for the photo opps and the finish line. We held hands and laughed and took delightful detours – discovering graffiti aliens and wrecked crew boats – because we were too wrapped up in the moment to keep track of the other runners. It wasn’t my fastest 5K, but it was definitely one of my best.