My wife and I just celebrated our 13th Anniversary in January. For the last five years she’s dealt with my running addiction. I recently shocked her and told her that I have a mistress and her name is running. She did a double take and laughed at me because she knows it’s true. I love both my wife and running. Thankfully I can have both. I thought about it, and the relationships are very similar. Dear running: When I first met you, I was so young. We were both fast, before I knew it, our time was done. High school track, hurdles, the four by four. We did those together but I wanted more. In college, we were distant. I’d call when I missed you It was me, not you. My passion shifted to something new I got married, had kids, started a career I stopped seeing you except 1, 2 3 times a year Time passed, I got older but you didn’t change. I turned back to you when the doctor said my diet and health were deranged. So, I decided to spend more time with you. Mornings, weekends, nights — Heavy breathing, heart rate up, my health reached new heights. Quality time on Long runs, Quickies on the Track make sure I’m all tuned up. We call #tracktuesdays work that pays back. Then I started to shower you with gifts to show my love. Shoes, Races, socks and gear You paid me back with fast times, T-shirts, medals and beer. When I’m with you, I’m rarely thinking of you. Work, family, Achieving world peace Rabbit, Squirrel, water, coffee Projects at work, projects at home Vacation plans, I can’t wait to roll with foam But you don’t mind what’s on my mind As long as my feet are on the grind Sunsets together, we end another day It’s why I call Running my other Bae Well, the only Bae I’m happy to share with millions around the world. Who else would I share my runfies with and talk about like she’s a girl. Seriously don’t get me started I’ll talk for hours on end (at Buffalo Road Athletic Park)
