I miss running with people!
The majority of my time as a runner, I ran solo. I feared that I couldn’t run with others because:
- I wouldn’t be able to keep up.
- I wouldn’t be able to run and talk at the same time.
- I wouldn’t know what to say.
All complete hog wash. In January I joined the Dallas Running Club. I was nervous at first (see above) but it ended up being wonderful. Of course I could keep up; we were put in pace groups based on our abilities. I could run and talk at the same time; we ran slowly. Plus, eaves dropping on what everyone else is saying does not require talking. Knowing what to say is easier when you are running. (I don’t know if it’s because you don’t have to look at the person or because you have an activity that you are actively doing that you can discuss or if it is just the magic of running.)
Almost all my long runs from January – April were done with my pace group. The only exceptions were weekends that I was racing. And during the week I ran at least once, sometimes twice, with my co-worker, Heather.
I loved running with Heather. She has run for much longer than I have, so she is full of knowledge and willing to share. She was always a cheerleader for me, encouraging me in my running goals. Bonus, we worked and lived in the same area. So convenient!
I didn’t mind running solo for May, June, and July because I really wasn’t running that much. Sure, I was streaking (I ran every day from Memorial Day to 4th of July), but those were mostly 1 mile quickies. No partner needed.
Now that I’m getting back into the groove and upping my mileage, the loneliness factor is going way up. I run with Geronimo, but he isn’t that great of a conversationalist. I’ve tried to teach him to talk for years, but so far all he can say is “corn flakes.” (<– 10 bonus points if you know that obscure movie reference.)
I could run with Stephen, but he does PT as part of his job Monday through Friday. I don’t think he’s looking to add in any additional workouts.
I have yet to find any other spouses that are even remotely interested in running. I’m chalking this up to the fact that I’m new. There have to be people here to run with. But where are they hiding?!
I rarely even see anyone else out and about save the occasional German bike rider. If I’m really lucky, they’ll offer me a smile and “morgen.”
Sigh. That leaves just one person: me. I’m trying to make the best of it since there’s not much else I can do. It just sucks! This girl wants a running partner! Grrr!