Everyone has at least one.
The friends that, when you get out with them, you lose all track of time, and possibly part of your rational mind.
Apparently that happens to me when I head out for a run with friends.
I know a few guys that have been running insanely long distances to train for Leadville. They are already running 30+ miles on a Saturday, to train for a 100 mile race that isn’t until August. Well, at least Jay is running that much. I’m not sure why Josiah is running so far, except that he can.
Today, I met up with them for what I thought would be a 6 mile easy run, for about an hour. It turned into almost 10 miles (9.8 to be exact). I find that when I’m running with a group, it’s so much easier for me. If I had been out in this 13 degree weather alone, I bet I would have stopped at 5. I mean, that’s what the half marathon training plan calls for this weekend.
But when I get out with these guys, something happens, and I instinctively run farther and longer. The last two weeks I have run with them, I get in the car afterwards, heady with a runner’s high, and drive home dreaming of marathons. This can’t be good, right? Or can it?
I definitely want to keep this up. I feel so much better when I get up and run with them. I know this, yet in the dark Saturday morning, that 5 am alarm clock still hurts.
Oh, and since I mentioned the word “hurt,” I took a nice spill on the bike path today. Somehow I tripped over a quarter inch edge of concrete and, although I almost caught myself over the next few steps, ended up crashing hard on my left side. I’ll be fine, all the winter gear provided plenty of padding and the only visible injury is a nice skinned knee. I think my hip may be bruised but, there’s plenty of padding there too (come on, I’m a mother of three!) so it may not amount to much. It all happened somewhere around mile 2, so I just ran it off. It was cold enough my legs were numb for most of the run anyway.
So, in honor of my spectacular fall, here’s a picture (not mine) of “What I Saw On My Run Today”
Concrete. Up close and personal.
In other news, the treadmill has a name. Betty is my new training partner.
Did I mention it was cold today? Brrrr.