Facing a particularly violent stomach virus last Thursday, I had a friend drive me to Goleta Cottage Hospital. It wasn’t exactly a cheery experience.
Once I was in the drafty gown and the IV was in me, the ER doctor walked toward me with a big smile and a “Remember me?”
I did. It was Dr. Lisa who I had run with during my half marathon training with Rusty Snow. I remembered being amazed that she could go from a graveyard shift at the hospital to a Rusty workout and then home to her family and still be friendly on a tempo run.
The moral (and I’m sorry to be blogging morals), is that the emphasis in the phrase “running friends” is “friends” — whether or not there’s a race in sight.
Thanks, Lisa. You made me feel better, and then you made me feel better! I plan to be running again by Thursday.
