Written by Elisabeth Pfeuti |
Picture the scene: It’s December 4 in Hell’s Kitchen, New York City. It’s -1, raining and a keen wind is blowing up the Hudson River. I have a hangover the size of the Empire State Building, which has been compounded by jet-lag having flown in from the UK just 18 hours earlier and heading straight into the company Christmas party.
If the year was 2013, I would turn over in my hotel bed, call room service and watch terrible US TV all day. But it is 2014 and my Facebook timeline is filled with photos of people from all over the world braving the cold/rain/snow/deliciously warm sun to pull on their running shoes and put in the 30 minutes they had pledged when joining Advent Running.
I couldn’t let them down—these people, most of whom I had never met, and probably never would. By the fourth day of Advent Running, the community spirit had gripped me, as had the inspirational stories I was reading from around the world. Groups of young women who wanted to have fun without hitting the wine (at least not immediately); middle-aged men who were re-finding their love of the outdoors; recently re-located people who wanted to discover their new home—everyone had their own reason for being there.
“A year on, I consider many in this community as firm friends.”
Me? I run to experience new places from the ground up; to stave off boredom of what the media feeds us; to ensure my jeans still fit after consistently failing to eat and drink in moderation.
Until December 2014, I had never run in or for a community. A year on, I consider many in this community as firm friends.
As December 2015 comes around I will again find myself in New York, the weather will no doubt be terrible, but as 12 months ago, there will be no doubt in my mind. I will run. I will share my run and I will share in others’ running experiences.
I am proud to be part of Advent Running—and I am proud so many other people are too.
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