Until this week, I didn't realize how much motivation my wonderful running partner provides for me. When I'm out there, I don't need her to talk to me, although when we do talk, I enjoy it. When I'm out there, I don't need her to be right beside me, although I also enjoy that (curse her for being faster & having a higher endurance level!). Just having here there, knowing she's sucking wind & facing her own obstacles is enough to keep me going. Even when running is a team sport, it's still completely "me" centered, it's you vs the concrete (or dirt, or asphalt, etc, etc)... Buuuuuut, having someone out there with you is just somehow calming, motivating, & just plain nice.
My dear Denya hasn't been able to run with me this week, and guess what? I haven't run once yet. I got to run 8 of her 9 miles with her on Saturday (what? ...yes, I did! I probably only ran 6 of those when you factor in my walking breaks, but, yes I did!), and I haven't hit the ground since. sigh
Tonight, I will put on my big girl panties & run alone. Maybe I'll stick a picture of her in my pocket & pretend she's there. This week, I have learned, SHE is the reason I have come so far. No doubt she will be the reason I [one day] accomplish more than I can even imagine doing now... Maybe I'll even join her in a half one day. ...maybe.
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