06/14/2025
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The other day, while out on a trail run with Betsy, I looked over and said, âCan you believe this?â It was a Friday morning, and we had both taken the day offânot for errands, not for obligations, but simply to log some long miles together on the trail.
It struck me in that moment how far weâve come. When we first started dating, neither of us was really into running. Sure, we were active in our own waysâoccasional walks, workouts here and thereâbut running wasnât part of our routine, let alone a shared passion.
About 12 years ago, I signed up for a local 5K: the Firecracker 5K held every Fourth of July weekend in our small town. I remember preparing for that race with no smartwatch, no run-tracking appâjust me and the road. I didnât know how far I was running during training, how fast I was going (which, in hindsight, was very slow), or how I compared to anyone else.
But that wasnât the point. I set a goal: run the 5K and finish it.
Race day came and I was buzzing with nervous energy. I had never participated in a race before, but the atmosphere was electricâfriendly faces, laughter, the sound of sneakers on pavement, and that shared pulse of anticipation. I knew right then: I want more of this.
Like many first-timers, I took off like I was running from the cops. My heart was pounding, my legs screaming, and I quickly realized: this pace isnât sustainable. I was forced to slow down. About a mile from the finish was a long hill, and I walked it. As others passed me, I felt embarrassed. But once I crested the top, I picked up the pace and âsprintedâ toward the finish. (Letâs be honestâit was probably an 11-minute mile.)
What mattered more than the pace was the people: the volunteers, the spectators, the strangers cheering with âYou got this!â and high fives. That community, that energyâit filled me up.
And I knew: Iâm doing this again.
So I signed up for another 5K. Then another. Then a 10K. A trail half marathon. A full marathon. And now, Iâm training for a Half Ironman.
But this newsletter isnât about what Iâve done. Itâs about what you can do.
Wherever you are in your running journey, Iâve been there. We all have. We all start somewhere. And the truth is, thereâs only one finish lineâat the very end.
Whether you're preparing for your first 5K or your tenth ultra, remember this: enjoy the run. Soak in the atmosphere. Meet the people. Relish the challenge and the accomplishment.
Do it for joy. Do it for you.
And I canât wait to see you at the start line.
âJames