R.I.P. GB

It would be wrong of me if I didn't mention the departing of a dear close training partner of mine. This weekend in the midst of glory was sadness and loss.

In the early minutes, right before the gun went off to start the race, I was on the other side of what resembled a cattle chute. On a street packed tight with people, I needed to cross the sea of runners to get my bag to bag check before the start. Little did I know, not everything was going to make it across. 

My Gatorade Bottle, my favorite source of hydration that I have used for years, did not make it across the gamut of crazed runners. It was tucked in an outside pocket of my backpack and when I made it through, it did not.

It fueled me for so long and when Nalgene bottles and smaller squirt top water bottles came along, it remained my go to liquid source. I only hope it is in a better place. Or at least with some old friends.

As I continue to get stronger and carry on, I will not forget what you did for me, what you gave me. I will always remember you. R.I.P. Gatorade Bottle.