Two weekends ago I got invited by a friend of a friend to join a group of eleven Iowans in a running relay from San Francisco to Napa. Although I didn’t know anyone on the team prior to the race, spending twenty-eight consecutive hours together in a rental van whilst wearing sweat-soaked running clothes changed all that. By the end of the two-hundred-mile journey my van mates and I had become family.
On Wednesday of last week, four days after the aforementioned relay ended, I found myself back in Napa for a work retreat and the hotel that my company put me up in happened to be across the street from the stretch of highway on which I’d finished my third and final leg of the relay. Needless to say, the familiar surroundings socked me right in the gut parts, so I stuck those feelings in an email to my running kin.