I have always (in my very long running career of not that long) been a solitary runner. If I had company, it was usually one or two of the babies, in a stroller, rolling along with me.

Adult run company has pretty much been restricted to my husband Will. He runs a lot faster than I do, but it sweet enough to slow down and run my pace so we can do the occasional run together. He even takes the heavier of the two strollers so it’ll slow him down more.

(I think he likes me.)

I can count on one hand the number of runs I’ve done with other people. One in September that was so incredibly spectacular it will live forever in my running memory. One in October that was so incredibly hellacious that I’m glad a friend was there to get me through it. One this morning that was just NICE.

Will, Jude, and I were in DC this past September for a business trip, and we decided to take a few extra days to visit with friends and family. Two of those friends, Jenn and her husband, happen to be runners, happen to be great people, and said, “Hey … do you want to run with us tomorrow before you fly out?” Considering that we were experiencing some of the greatest weather ever and it was 20-30 degrees cooler than Houston, we were all over it. There was also the promise of running by places like this:

Jefferson Memorial with Will and Jude
Jefferson Memorial with Will and Jude
Washington Monument & Tidal Basin
Washington Monument & Tidal Basin

We don’t really have scenery like that for our runs at home. (Also, we know that’s not a jogging stroller. We hadn’t actually intended to run together or with Jude on this trip.)

It was great. It wasn’t just great, it was PHENOMENAL.

Good conversation – which I didn’t even think was possible while running – good tips and pointers shared, and that runners pride of “I just did that!” magnified by “Hey – WE just did that!”

Exhilarated at finishing this great run
Exhilarated at finishing this great run

In October, I did a local 5K with some friends from work. It could not have been more opposite in terms of environment, but that same fun of conversation, connection, and pride was there for me. The temperatures were AWFUL, the humidity was over 90%, and we practically got heat stroke from running a simple 5K. I lost a full minute on average pace because of the temperature upswing. Ugh. But I ran/walked that 5K with a good friend, and we got 40 minutes of talking and sharing that we wouldn’t otherwise have had.

Still, I hesitated about sharing that precious alone time that comes with running.

When another friend texted me Monday night to see if I was a) running on Tuesday morning and b) could she join me, I was like, “Aw, man … that means I actually have to get up.” And I had that fear of “what about my ALONE TIME?!?”

Guess what.

I got more alone time because I actually DID get up instead of staying in bed.

We ran/walked our ways to each other, we did part of our run/walk together, then ran/walked our ways home.

It was – again – great. The miles went faster, the intervals didn’t seem quite a tedious, and we BOTH got that “Hey, WE DID IT, SUCKERS!” feeling.

See you Thursday morning, M.

Jude appreciates a  good post-run meal.
Jude appreciates a good post-run meal.

4 Comments on Running With Friends

  1. During the week I always run alone, but my longer weekend runs are with at least one, possibly 2 or 3 other friends. Thanksgiving we were a group of 6! I love both options really. Having a friend does mean some accountability when you commit to that meet up time (always a good thing since it is SO EASY to talk yourself out of running some days!). Running alone is nice because you can go at your pace. Either way – enjoy! Lovely to “meet” you via Holidailies 🙂

    • There is seriously nothing that would have moved me out of bed on Tuesday other than my friend waiting for me. I have a new appreciation for running buddies! I can see the benefit even more as distances go up, too. 🙂 Nice to “meet” you, too!

  2. That all sounds absolutely fab. I’m a solitary runner myself, I have discovered, having only discovered at the age of 50 that I am a runner! Good on you for running with your babe in a stroller.
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    • I was surprised to find out I’m a runner, too! I always hated sports and athletics when I was younger. I started running after 30 and found that I honestly love it. I couldn’t be more shocked!

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