I’m not going to lie… I cried a lot yesterday. As I stalked my best friend on my iPhone as she ran the race, watching her every meeting point, I cried. I jumped up and cheered as she crossed the finish line. I wish I was more stable. I wish I could be there for her. I wish, I wish, I wish. But as that old saying goes “wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which gets filled first”, wishing doesn’t change much.
Caroline understands, and she’s always been supportive. I just feel like an awful friend, not being there screaming at her & for her. Maybe next time I’ll bring a vuvuzela and tick off everyone.
So, the reality is, how many of you have friends that will run (literally) one mile for you? I’ve got a best friend that will fly across oceans and run 26 miles for me. Pretty much, I’ve got the best-est best friend ever.