On Sunday I will be running a half marathon. I’m not worried about the distance. How strange. The most unathletic, uncoordinated book geek has no qualms about running 21kms.
My running partner is injured. We aren’t just running partners. We are great friends. We are business partners. Getting messages from her is usually the best part of my day. She has inspired hundreds of people and has worked harder than anyone I know. She has thrown everything at her injury and it seems come up short. Although I always hold out for a miracle. Because if the universe owes anyone a miracle it’s Kate. And universe? You know I’m right.
The thought of running the half without her leaves me with a deep sadness that probably only a handful of people understand.
If I could hire a wheelchair and push her across the line myself I would and I’d do it with a fucking smile on my face. QRunning looks like a solitary endeavour but nothing could be further from the truth.
When I am out there. I’m not thinking about me. I’m thinking about how awesome it will be to talk to Kate about my run. And somehow even when injured, she manages to be excited for everyone else’s achievements.
People often ask how the hell Kate and I became partners in anything. I live on the Central Coast and she lives in Ballarat and we don’t see one another that often.
The truth is it all started with a spark. She was kind to me when noone had a cause to be kind. Kate has taught me a lot about kindness. And now, well I wouldn’t do anything without her. The fact that I might have to on Sunday hurts my heart.
But if I do, I will take her with me in my sore heart and no one can ever say she didn’t run the half