Dear running,

From the moment I first met you, I knew I wanted to run a marathon.

There was something special about you that drew me in.

It was challenging and fun, and I loved the process of constantly learning and improving.

I completed one, two, three… then ten marathons.

I dedicated fourteen years of my life to constantly learning and improving my running form, technique, and speed.

I spent early mornings and late evenings going for runs.

It was a form of meditation and visualization for everything else in my life.

It was my time to think, savor the fresh air, and enjoy the little things in life.

No matter the time or place, I knew I could put on my running shoes and Garmin watch and count on you.

You kept me going during tough times.

The first marathon was the most difficult and painful. The tenth didn’t get any easier.

Each one taught me lessons about endurance, pain, and joy.

Running marathons gave me invaluable friendships and a sense of community.

But after fourteen years, I no longer see the point of running marathons.

I thought about it long and hard.

It wasn’t an easy decision but I believe it’s time to close a chapter and turn the page.

I’m ready to let you go, knowing I gave you my all, from my mind and body to my spirit and soul, in every run and race.

I’m ready to let you go, carrying no regrets, only gratitude for every step.

In the end, I ran ten more marathons than I had ever planned to.

Love you always.

Loved you from the first step to the final mile.

Adios.

~ richard