i had a race this past weekend. not that me having a race is anything too out of the ordinary, or even anything special. but this one was in december. it was my final race for this calendar year. and it meant that i have had at least one race each month this year.
it's been awhile since that has happened. it used to happen every year. but things change and knees change and life changes and plans change with it all. but this year it all came together again.
i'm happy for that. i like having goals sitting out there, waiting to be met. but more than that, i like the record that a year of races provides. not, like, setting records. more like historical records. my history for this year.
i can look back at a year's worth of race shirts and see my whole year laid out before me. i remember everything that was happening when i ran this race or that race. not just what was happening as related to running, but what was happening in life.
all the details, big and small. the highest highs and the lowest lows. the smiles, tears, happiness, anger, frustration, fear, joy. they are all there, the memories and the life, woven into cotton, polyester, cool-max, and dri-weave.