The other day I was on mile 21 of my 22 mile long run, tired and ready to be home, when I noticed a female runner coming towards me on the trail. We both had on backpack style hydration packs and recognized each other for what we were, ultrarunners. We raised our hands in greeting and I noticed she kept her hand up, she wanted a high 5. Without breaking stride or saying a single word, we exchanged a high 5, big grins on our faces. In that moment we respected and admired each other, female ultrarunners, each of us on our own, out there getting it done.
I ran that last mile strong, pushing my body and my pace, my spirit buoyed, the smile never leaving my face.