1/5 - Running with friends
Every day, I'm going to try and write about once nice thing that happened the day before.
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I went for a run yesterday at Lenny Boy Brewing. They've got a brand new run club: noon on Sunday's. I can do that. Unfortunately, I lost track of time and got there late. I messaged a friend that I was going to be 15 minutes late. I fully expected to run the 3 miles solo -- which I don't enjoy. After about half a mile, I see someone else on the Light Rail path headed towards me. The figure begins to look familiar. It's a runner friend of mine who is far too fast for me to run with. I was surprised to see him.
"You missed the turn," I called out. It was his first time at the LB run and I assumed he'd forgotten to turn down Tremont.
"I was looking for you."
He slowed as I approached, turned and began running with me. We ran down to the Bland Street Station, turned, and returned to the brewery. As we turned onto Hawkins, he encouraged me to run faster, yelling out suggestions and cheering me on. We reached the brewery and I was so out of breath I felt like I was drowning. I caught my breath as we made our way inside. He said that our pace had been around 10min/mile for the bulk of the run, but that last push was around seven.
"Thanks for running with me." We'd never run together before, as his 5k pace is around a six minute mile.
"I didn't want you to have to run alone."
Having friends is kind of a novel thing for me. It's kind of wonderful.
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I went for a run yesterday at Lenny Boy Brewing. They've got a brand new run club: noon on Sunday's. I can do that. Unfortunately, I lost track of time and got there late. I messaged a friend that I was going to be 15 minutes late. I fully expected to run the 3 miles solo -- which I don't enjoy. After about half a mile, I see someone else on the Light Rail path headed towards me. The figure begins to look familiar. It's a runner friend of mine who is far too fast for me to run with. I was surprised to see him.
"You missed the turn," I called out. It was his first time at the LB run and I assumed he'd forgotten to turn down Tremont.
"I was looking for you."
He slowed as I approached, turned and began running with me. We ran down to the Bland Street Station, turned, and returned to the brewery. As we turned onto Hawkins, he encouraged me to run faster, yelling out suggestions and cheering me on. We reached the brewery and I was so out of breath I felt like I was drowning. I caught my breath as we made our way inside. He said that our pace had been around 10min/mile for the bulk of the run, but that last push was around seven.
"Thanks for running with me." We'd never run together before, as his 5k pace is around a six minute mile.
"I didn't want you to have to run alone."
Having friends is kind of a novel thing for me. It's kind of wonderful.
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