I have a running anti-buddy
I radically prefer to have a running partner. I like the social aspect of chit-chatting the miles away as well as having someone to keep me honest by waiting for me and our 6am running date. I know I’ll find one or more friends to fit the bill, but in the meantime, I have a running “anti-buddy.”
My husband, Alec, is a natural athlete who would be up early running or biking every single morning if he could.
But it’s my turn to train and he’s super supportive. So he stays warm and cozy in bed while I wake early and bundle up in running gear. I know that if I wimp out (or waste too much time on twitter instead of running) that I am not only letting myself down, but I’m letting him down. The thing with these turns is its “use it or lose it.”
On Tuesday morning, I did my first three-miler in I-don’t-know-how-long. And my anti-buddy slept in. And we were both very proud of me at breakfast.