As we drive north, I am seeing landmarks from the run. And I am struck by how far we have come, in so many ways.
First and most obviously, we ran a long, long way, doing something together that none of us could have done alone. And it was truly amazing. And so big, physically and emotionally, that I know I will be months processing it all.
Then I think about how so many of us have never seen this part of the country, and how, if it wasn't for this team, we may never have.
Then I think back about this team coming together: how we were all just acquaintances at first, then teammates, and finally, a family. We made that huge and wonderful transition in less than one year.
And then I go back even one more level, back before we knew each other. At one point, we were all sitting on our couches, fat and miserable, thinking this was our lot in life. And one day, each of us decided that wasn't going to be the end of our story, and we each got up off that couch and figured it out. We each found our own path, and we each found our way into a pair of running shoes. Then we found other runners, and a new community, and a new way of life.
And then, we were ready for all this to happen.
From Fat to Finish Line.