Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Crankster


You know those people you meet in life that make an impression on you. People who challenge you to do more. Niccole and I met at Kindergarten orientation. Both of us had 3 children. Both of us had our oldest boys starting Kindergarten. Both of us were chasing after two toddlers at pick-up everyday. Both of us arrived most days in running shorts and visors. Both of us shared a love for drive-thru coffee places...because frankly there was NO way we would actually take our three children into the coffee places. The friend that would share a treadmill next to me at Lifetime and run 6-minute miles while I ran 9. Both of us shared a love for running and scrapbooking. Both of us shared a love for the Lord. And the list goes on. But Niccole also was WAY more laid back than me. She was the kind of mom who would take all three kids to the park, and not freak out when she noticed her youngest had a mouth full of pebbles that 1,000 shoes had probably stepped on. Where I was the mom who would whip out the anti-bacterial wipes and freak out! The kind of person who didn't live by what her watch said, and was usually a few minutes late to wherever we were meeting. Definately way more laid back than me. And that was so different than me. Maybe that's why we got along so well. Who knows. But she is also the mom who is kicking some serious butt in the running world. The mom who has three little boys and is following her dreams. The mom who can rock some serious arm warmers at races that most of us would never dream of wearing. But, when you are an "elite" runner, and are ranked among some of the top runners in the state of Texas....well you can do that stuff. Me in those arm warmers would not even be right. So not good. So, I'm thankful for Niccole. Thankful that she came into my life at the perfect time, and thankful for a friendship that has stood the test of time and moving. I'm thankful for a friend that pushes me to run and stick with it. And although I'll never run a 2:53 at Boston, I can cheer her from the sidelines and watch as she conquers the fears and doubts and turns them into triumphs and accomplishments. And secretly not hate her because she can rock a bikini one month after giving birth. So not right!! ;)