Fun little Saturday 1/2 Marathon in Winona Lake, IN.
35 degrees at the start. Just enough bite in the air to make you question your sanity for showing up this early on a Saturday. But that first mile hit, the chatter started, and suddenly the cold didn’t matter anymore. What began as “let’s do 10k” somehow turned into “let’s keep going.” Nine miles later, we looked at each other, laughed, and said, “Guess we’re doing a half.” Over 2 hours of steady miles, honest conversation, and that kind of quiet gratitude that sneaks up on you when you realize how lucky you are. To still be able to run, to reconnect, to feel alive out there. It’s easy to get caught chasing pace, distance, or the next PR… but days like this remind me it’s really about the people beside you and the stories that happen between each mile marker. Blessed for mornings like this... cold, spontaneous, and full of meaning. Tagging my training crew and saying thanks for reminding me why I fell in love with this in the first place. What’s the last unexpected run that turned into something unforgettable for you?