I think I need to run alone for a while.
Wait, what? I can’t believe I just wrote that. I love running with other people! It's not about competition, it's about having company.
But the “problem” is that I get way too excited when I run with friends. As you may know, I’ve been staging my comeback. And so far I’ve been really good about following my own advice. For 3 weeks I only ran 20 minutes every other day and did excessive amounts of physical therapy (PT). But now I’ve gotten to the point where I think I can start running more. And maybe more often. (YAY!)
On Saturday I ran 50 minutes with my new roommates. And it felt great! (YAY!)
Then on Monday morning I ran 30 minutes at a pretty fast pace with a new running friend. (YAY!) It felt hard, but in a good way. All I could think of as I walked to work was Wow, I feel like a real person again! And that is glorious.
I’m sorry, I have to go slow today, I cautioned her.
Yep, this is perfect, I’m fine with going slow, she agreed.
But then we started running…and talking…and running…and talking…and Chatty Cathy that I am, before I knew it my legs were running just as fast as my mouth. Over excited. I need to calm down and run slower!
I stopped at 38 minutes, while she continued on. Phew! Either we were running fast or I’m just extraordinarily out of shape! Or both.
So next time I will make a conscious effort to run at an easy pace. There’s no rush. I can run longer if I run slower. Running fast could re-injure me. These are the things I tell myself.
Does anyone else have this problem?