Tears as usual…..
In my early 20’s I had a major crush on Lance Armstrong. Not the type of crush that I wanted him to be MY husband, but the type of crush that I thought we could be friends. My best friend Claire and I talked about how we were cool girls, with great personalities, and so why wouldn’t a world class athlete like Lance want to be friends with us?!
A regular fixture at these races was his then wife Kristin Armstrong, an adorable, spunky woman who you couldn’t help but love and be jealous of all in the same breath. She was beautiful, married to Lance, got to travel the world, and had cute babies. She was the picture of having it ALL to me.
Then suddenly it wasn’t her and Lance anymore. I cried. What was wrong with this man? How could he not want to be with this seemingly amazing woman every moment.
Now that I’m married I get it that there is so much more to marriage than just being in love with a person. It’s work – hard work and everyone has to work at it even when they are in love. I got it that they weren’t together anymore for whatever personal reasons they had, but it made me sad.
As the years went by Kristin and I both became runners. Sure both of us ran before but I’d venture to say we both took it to a different level. I remember when she qualified for Boston. I thought, one day Kristin, one day I will get there just like you. As the years went on I did not seem to care much about what Lance was doing anymore, I cared what Kristin was doing.
As my own three children were born I fell more and more in love with her and her blog on Runner’s World. With every post she wrote I learned something. Sometimes they made me feel not so alone. Other times they reminded me what being a runner is truly all about. Other times I learned what I felt was valuable parenting advice. [Kristin does not keep trash magazines like US Weekly around the house. She does not want her daughters to grow up thinking that “real” women look or act like the majority of the women that grace the pages of that magazine. It really made me analyze the example I set for my own daughter.]
I hung on every word she posted.
When she announced some time ago that she would be coming out with a book that was a compilation of sorts, her blog postings in a book, I was pumped. When I read that she would be doing a book signing at Boston I sort of freaked. I couldn’t wait. I wanted to write her an email – Kik – I’m a cool girl. I think we could be friends – Love Dorothy.
Saturday morning we got a later than expected start on our way to the expo. Life happens with a 5 month old. I thought I had missed my chance to see Kristin, but was okay with it. Not everything works out the way you plan it. Saturday afternoon soon rolled around and we had not yet left the expo. Everything takes longer with a baby. This time I was thankful it had.
I glanced across the hall and saw Kristin Armstrong walking over to the Runner’s World booth. My heart skipped a beat. Thank you God. My mom and I hoped in the line to meet her…..
As I waited I thought about what I would say.
Kik I love your blog. Wait do I call her Kik or Kristin? She is going to think I’m nuts. I’m sure she gets this all the time. Women who love her – tell her how inspiring she is. How do I really explain to her how she has touched my life? Ughh I’m not good at this.
It was my turn. I walked up.
p.s. I’m a cool girl with a great personality, I think we could be friends 😉