And you know what? I didn't feel disappointed or defeated in any way that I cut my run short. This my friends is a huge milestone for me.
I'm sure you've picked up on the fact, that I'm not one who really enjoys running alone. See, when I lived in Mississippi, I would meet my best friend Jill at an ungodly hour, and we would run and talk for an hour. Every night, I would look forward to our super early morning runs. It was a friendship that was formed over running, and to this day it still stands - oh how I miss her and her family.
When I moved to PA, I would go out running and come home crying. "I'm done. I'm not doing this again. I hate it here."
My Hubby would patiently respond, "Ok honey - do whatever you think is best." A day or two would go by and I'd go out running again. I don't know how many times that I returned crying. But I can tell you that it was several. Eventually, I started running again, but it was different - very very different. Running completely changed for me.
I did join a local running group. And they have been a great support. They are a very open welcoming crowd. And usually on any given weekend, you can find someone to run with which is nice.
But I miss having a steady running buddy - a steady running friend. And after a few times of thinking that maybe I had found someone here (although no one will ever replace Jill - no one. She is and always will be that special person that I met in the wee hours of the morning as I complained about the cold, and she would push the distance a little farther because I was directionally challenged. We never looked at pace. I don't even know if we tracked distance. We simply just ran to run. And to spend time together. And I know that no one will ever take that place). But I had hoped that I could find my running buddy here to call my own. I know it sounds silly. But it's the truth.
And after 7 years, well I've come to realize that I don't think there is a running buddy for me here. So it's time to learn to enjoy the solitude. I'm trying. I still feel myself rushing the runs to get back home. And I'm trying to learn how to slow down and enjoy the view.
So this past weekend, as my hamstring/butt wasn't happy with me, instead of feeling defeated and discouraged... I slowed down. I walked. I took some deep breaths. I did a little soul searching, and I took in the view.
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