Sunday morning runs do not usually occur in my world.
When I run on Sunday, it is normally well after 4:00 p.m. after I have digested enough calories and caffeine to pick me up from a busy Saturday, or even worse, a late Saturday night. But, this particular Sunday, I kicked this habit to the curb. That’s right, by 9:30 a.m. this morning I was putting on my Lulus and hopping in the car to head to a running date.
My friend Cathy, who has a fabulously witty blog that you absolutely must check out, is training for a 17km race on Good Friday and a half-marathon in the fall. Cathy has been training hard all winter and is experiencing awesome results. I admire her ability to stick to her schedule and follow-through with her trainer’s recommendations. I definitely need to take a cue from her in this area...
I met up with Cathy after she had already ran 5km. We set out for the last 11km of her scheduled 16km for the day. It’s always a little nerve-wracking running with a new “buddy” for the first time, just because you aren’t used to someone else’s pace, style and routine. But, within the first few kilometers when you adjust, you remember how great it is to have some company and not just your standard iPod playlist.
Chit-chat replaces the hum-drum of your footsteps. You actually can complain about your sore calves to a real life person…not just the open road in front of you. I enjoyed our morning in the sun and countryside, catching up while ChasingK(m)s. It reminded me how fun running can actually be; a fact that I think I had been forgetting in the last few weeks due to the deadline of 21.5km fast approaching.
This morning's run put a smile on my face for the afternoon. {I will most likely retract this statement tomorrow morning when I wake up with stiff calves and sore hammys} But, at this point, my fingers are crossed that in exactly eight weeks today, I will be able to say the same thing. Countdown is officially on...
Happy Running!