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| My new running partner - before the injury! |
A few months back I decided to break out of my hermit shell and join a local running club. I realized that I was spending way, way to much time working and running by myself and I figured it was only a matter of time before I stopped leaving the house all together. So outside I went to run with strangers. Total strangers. Talk about stepping outside my comfort zone! When it comes to running, I tend to lean towards wanting to be alone so I can talk myself out of running the entire time (and curse. A lot). I am not going to sugar coat this adventure, the first few weeks of this run club I felt like a fish outta water. Everyone seemed to be grouped up already and they did not seem to be accepting any new people into their elite running club. Alas, by week three I met a running friend (who coincidently felt exactly the same way about the non-entry into the running clan). I knew we were going to get along just fine when I asked her, about ten minutes after meeting her, if she was going to do the long run on Sunday. Her reply: "No, I might be to hung over to run". Well, bless her heart! I aptly named my new running partner The Gazelle, soon after to be re-named The Wounded Gazelle. A few weeks into the mileage adventure Gazelle injured her leg and while we never want our friends to be on the injury list, this turned out to be a bonus for me. The Wounded Gazelle's injury pace was just perfect for me (she has legs ten miles long and I run on turtle stumps) so, it seemed, we got along just fine on the road too! Now that my wild friend is recovered I swear I can see her struggling to keep turtle pace so I am going to have to find a way to run faster - or just meet her at the end of every run. Now it seems, in a couple of months, we are going to run a 11km trail race around a lake somewhere that may or may not involve dirt. Huh, funny what happens when you get out of the house.
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| Me - On a Trail Run |
