I went out for a run last night.
I had a long, hard day at work. I was wound up. Just wanted to lounge on the couch cuddling with a bag of baked pita chips or something.
But, I forced myself out. It was BEAUTIFUL out and I knew I would feel better and less guilty in the end. So, I took to the streets and headed to the path. I think I was going too fast because about a little over half mile into it, I thought to myself, "Hmm...I should just turn back now..."
I said to myself that I would go out for a 45 minute run. I just kept going. I caught glimpse of one of the runners with CES. His name is Mike. I wasn't sure if it was him at first (and learned that I ignored his wave when he passed). If it was him, I thought to myself, I didn't want him to run back and say hello because that meant I would have to go extra hard on what I thought was going to be an easy run.
Go figure--he trotted up right next to me and I told him that he didn't want to run with me because I am too slow. He said he would anyway. That equals him going 30-60 seconds slower and me going 30-60 seconds faster than usual. GOOD GRIEF! I was huffin! Even got a side stitch and I learned from Mike could be alleviated by biting your bottom lip. It actually worked becuse I noticed my diaphragm relaxing.
ANYhow. I got a full 46 minutes in from my place to Oak Street beach and back. It felt great at the end and I knew it would and we were able to talk (me kinda) which helped the time pass. It felt extra great because I didn't have to run alone. Was I glad that I had a running buddy? Yes. Was I probably going to turnaround earlier? Maybe. Was I glad in the moment that we were going that fast? No! Was I happy overall in the end? YES!
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