We have covered more miles than lie between Houston and New York City.

We have talked over 500 hours.

We have resolved the following issues: the best school for Jerri’s girls to attend, the name of my second son, what we want to be when we grow up (Jerri=esthetician, Andi=writer), how to hide vegetables in non-yucky food, a color for my living room walls, what to buy our husbands for Christmas, how long one can run while pregnant (20 weeks until your back gives out!), our hormone imbalances, the best discipline techniques at every age level (up to ten anyway…), and of course our God, how He is the center, the everything, even when we just don’t get Him at all.

While I was pregnant with my second son Jerri ran slower with me until I couldn’t run anymore. Then Jerri walked with me until I couldn’t walk either. Then Jerri swam with my pouting, super-sized self until I almost gave birth while we ate lunch one afternoon.

We have laughed and run, wept and run, been silent and run, prayed and run. We have prayed so hard that we stopped running, laid hands on each other and cried.

This is why I love running. On the quiet, dark road I am not alone. I have the sweetness of other feet thumping beside me, around every bend, over every hill. One pair wears worn Asics with double-knotted laces. The other pair I can’t see, but He is always in front showing us where to go.

• Never wear headphones on the road. (You cannot hear cars.)
• Run against traffic. (We have dodged into the ditch many times when a driver didn’t see us.)
• Be blinky. (We use little finger lights they sell at Halloween. They strobe!!)
• Wear bright clothes. (We have reflective belts and arm bands. If you don’t feel like a dork, you are not visible enough.)
• Carry a phone.
• Never run alone.