There is something to be said about going running with a person, you get to know so much about them just by them moving their legs. You understand why they train... fitness/appearance/stress/something to do etc. You see them in a vulnerable state of sweatiness (lovely!) and see them loose control of their breathing. You begin to understand their fitness level and stamina.... you also learn their pace.
Of course going running with a massive boxer who's arms are the size of your thigh whilst you yourself are a 5'4 teeny size 8 little lady may have slight alterations on the above statements!! You realize that you are no match for his speed, stamina and decide to let them do a few laps whilst you are still on your first. Compared to another time not so long ago when I would sit on the bench while he ran, this time it seems strange for it to feel different.
There are many different types of people out here. Those that run when it is quiet, those that run with girlfriends to loose weight together, those fitness freaks that are all kitted out only to get sweaty. There are those that run with their dogs, those that run with music, those that run faster when a cutie runs past them. There are those that are bouncy, the steady paced, the loonatics, and those that rest after short bursts of energy. Why do we put some scruffy clothes on, come out here in the freezing cold and get our running face on? Why do we subject the rest of the world to that red faced, puffing and panting, out of energy look on our face?
I run for clarity. I run with him because he will leave me when I need to de stress and join me when I need a kick up the rear end. I run because my head is full of nonsense. I can leave it on the running field. Its almost as if with every step I take, I am running the nonsense into the ground. Like leaving your emotional baggage on the couch after every session,
but without the lengthy price tag.
