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:
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!”
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?!?”
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.