My Curtain Call

En medias res

 I woke up this morning and some how it was 5,474 days later. If those days were pages they would equal a very substantial chapter of my life. The title of that chapter would of course be called “The D5K” and you have all played a part in its writing.

Today is the 15-year anniversary of our little run, and for me…it will be my last page in this chapter. I will be stepping away from The D5K, tonight will be my last night as your weekly host and professional fake race director.

If you are able to make it to the run tonight or anniversary party afterwards I would love to see you and share a drink, a laugh and a memory.

You need not read any further to understand what is going on, the proceeding will just be some reflections on the impact all of you have had on my life over the years.

I have been going through the archives of images and videos that we have accumulated over the years, so much of it lives so vividly in my memories that they still feel so current. I have gone through all of them and pulled out some and placed them in this post to serve as better memories than the ones my words could provide.

I’m not sure I have the energy today to really contextualize and bring to the light all the ways the run has impacted my life. Moreover I feel I will just keep it simple (or at least my best attempt in that direction). For me, it’s not and has never really been about the run, it has been about “you”. The “you” that shows up every week and creates the “us”, the spontaneous organic unpredictable consistently charming and unique group of misfits.

I am so very thankful to you for helping to make the D5K what is and has been over the years, I struggle to think of any other place that I have laughed or smiled at so much in my life. It has truly run the Gambit of life’s experiences, we have seen children grow and become young adults, relationships that have grown into marriages, a world-class collection of dogs (of which Georgia is the undisputed Queen). We have also endured some hard times. A myriad of angry drivers, a few close calls and a couple of light impacts. Some angry town officials, a controlling ex-husband who found out just where his perceived power and control ended and sadly the loss of some of our own running community.

I wish I could see all of you, shake your hand and say “thank you” directly, I had no idea that this little run would be what it is and have had such a positive impact on my life. For that I will forever be thankful, thankful to you and thankful to us, the collective thing known as “The D5K”.

In Memoriam: Phil Callahan, born February 22^nd. 1974 in Salem, Mass. Phil and I were born on the same day in the same hospital and were hanging around in the same nursery. Phil (and his family) were a very nice part of the D5K. Phil had been coming to the run for quite a few years before we found out that we both started life on the very same day, which for me, just furthered my connection with a person everyone loved. You are missed.

Thank you all,

Adam.

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