My Unknowing Running Buddy
Save running with my peeps at Blissdom and Mom 2.0, I have never run with a buddy, even though people often talk about how awesome it is. After running with my friends at these blog conferences, I suggested to Jon that we try running together. He looked horrified. So, I still don’t have a buddy.
This hasn’t really bothered me. Ever since I started running last summer I’ve been hitting the pavement alone and I do like that I don’t have to feel self conscious about huffing and puffing or worry about coordinating schedules. Today I was looking forward to a bad ass run — heading out for my first snowy run (my fellow Shredhead buddy Bill recently Twitter bossed me into not wimping out in inclement weather).
And then I realized that I latched on to an unknowing running buddy.
At the 2.2 mile mark, I turned a corner after a long straight stretch and saw another runner well ahead of me. I was kind of psyched to see someone else out there in the crummy weather. I kept chugging along.
And then as I was going along, I started to close the gap between me and my unknowing running buddy. I realized that I was pushing my pace a bit, and my strides felt strong and I felt happy. I didn’t think I was actually going to catch up with him but I figured I would just ride his wake, as it were, because it was kind of fun to run along with a fellow bad ass crummy weather runner, even if he didn’t know we were buddies.
By the time I was about 10 paces behind him, I’m pretty sure he still didn’t know I was there. I only say this because he launched a couple of noisy snot rockets, but whatever, I was happy he was there because it was definitely making the run more interesting to me.
And then at about mile 4, I found myself wanting to surge past him. I did, we said “good morning,” and then a minute later, he peeled off onto a side street.
I finished my 4.3 miles in great spirits and at a good pace (10:33 per mile); I’m pretty sure my unknowing running buddy had something to do with it.