Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I run with a lot of people. I do run by myself, but I oftentimes coerce someone into going with me- even if it means changing my pace goals, distance goals, or route. There's something about running with someone- you are instantly bonded.
Last year (and the year before) I ran nearly every step with my friend Darcy. If you've been reading my blog for awhile, then you might remember her name. We ran Top of Utah together, she pushed me through a very tough trail race, cheered me up Guardsman, and saw me through miles and miles of running therapy.
Last September, just weeks before Top of Utah marathon, she moved across the valley. It wasn't far (seriously only about 8 miles away), but couple that with a foot injury and that means that I haven't run with Darcy at all this entire calendar year. Proximity means a lot, I have learned.
I have missed her so.
Last night I joined her for 5 blissful miles. After taking off nearly 7 months trying to heal her injury, she's finally back and starting all over again. We ran in perfect weather up the hills at Soldier Hollow and back down.
No matter what my "goals" may be, I would much rather skip them and spend more time with people I care about. After all, what's more important? A PR or friendship?