I had several great running groups/partners before we moved. The last 2 years here in FL have been some lonely running. In 1 sense, I think it has made me a better runner. Doing 12 and 14 miles on your own is TOUGH … yet amazing sense of accomplishment. In early 2010, our first few months here, I was running FAST. I channeled my stress of moving and all that it entailed into my running. While I missed meeting up with people and fun conversations, it was also nice to be able to “carve my own path” in terms of course and speed.
Since Andrew was born and I’ve been getting back in shape, it’s been a much tougher road to be running alone. I’ve struggled with my speed, and at times my motivation. After Saturday’s race, the winner and I were talking and turns out we live very near each other. We exchanged numbers. We decided to meet for a run this morning.
I told Jon last night that I felt like I had a “first date” in the morning! :) A running partner is serious business … you need to enjoy talking to each other, have good understanding of expectations, be similar speeds … I could go on and on.
I hardly slept last night. I kept waking up with a start, only to look at the clock and see 12:30 … 12:55 … 1:30 … etc. Then at 4:15, Andrew cried. My alarm was set for 5am, to meet her at 5:15am. I got Andrew settled, and was going to crawl in bed for a few more minutes, but as I reach for my cup of water, I spilled it. Thankfully, it was almost empty, but it still landed on the baby monitor and my clock. My clock is now spiraling through numbers and every time I pushed a button, it spiraled faster. The baby monitor is beeping in protest. I got all that cleaned up, and just decided to get dressed.
I thought about making coffee. Instead, I ate 1 of my “Gu” packets. A good opportunity to get my body used to it before the Half next month.
So I met Lisa at 5:15am. We had a great run – almost 9 miles at an 8 min pace. The conversation was good. I think this could work well!