I'm thankful I ran - unplanned and probably when I shouldn't have.
Yesterday morning I had not planned on getting up to run. I had even told my running buddy that I was going to try to do an easy 4 at lunch because my legs were screaming at me after Tuesday's tempo run.
Jason, however, had his alarm set early for his 5:30 am swim class. I had not slept well at all, and simply couldn't go back to sleep after he left. I finally decided to get up and go for my 4 miler. I mean, I was already up after all.
I texted my friend and told her I'd wave at her as I passed by her house (the area we normally do our 800's). Then I set out for a very dark run. I ended up wearing full Brooks Nightlife gear - even though I knew I'd end up being hot, I still wore the long-sleeve top with my shorts for extra safety factor. Seriously, the Nightlife gear is the best for visibility!
I ended up seeing "A" coming towards me in front of a group of walkers. I waved, thinking she was going to just continue on. She yelled out that she had fallen. I stopped immediately and asked if she was ok. She kind of kept going, so I thought she was fine. But she ended up stopping and circling back. She honestly seemed really dazed, maybe still in shock.
She had a knee band on and took that off to inspect the damage. Poor thing had taken a solid sliding dive and scraped up both knees and elbow thanks to a blob of asphalt that she tripped on. We kind of talked for a minute and I thought she was going to be nutso and go do her 800's. I told her my planned route and she decided to hang with me. We did stop back by her house so she could use her water bottle to rinse off the scrapes.
So this morning, even though my legs hurt like absolute hell and I had no intentions of a morning run, I realize that sometimes things really and truly do happen for a reason. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no martyr or savior here. I didn't do anything incredible mind you. But I think I showed up at just the right time. I have never been more ok with not being able to go back to sleep and with going ahead and getting out for an early run.
I think it was good that I met up with her and then, of course, I had some great company for a few miles.
I'm not always the person who holds stock in things always happening for a reason. But sometimes, just sometimes I truly believe they do. So maybe I shouldn't have pushed it and ran, but I'm so glad I did.
Do you think everything happens for a reason or just some things? Have you had something happen similarly?
So, my Thankful Thursday is actually from Wednesday, but that still counts right?