Having typically been a semi-social runner (at least running or hiking with others a few times a week), the transition into Orange County and the subsequent amount of alone working out has thrown me out of my jive. Today, I found myself running around the Back Bay, and realized that there was a better chance of candy rain* falling than of me knowing any of the other runners, bikers or walkers enjoying the sunshine and paved trails. My poor, lonely brain started replacing the faces of the people around me with the faces of friends from the Bay Area, but even that wasn’t cutting it. People are not paper dolls that you can glue new heads on. And besides that, while I missed all my friends, who I miss the most is my running buddy, Kristin.
If I’d been running with Kristin, we would have been pounding out the miles while discussing the events of the week, discussing every feeling we’ve had this week, and discussing past and future events. There would have been witty and insightful and honest comments (her) and listening, empathizing, and wishing I was as insightful as her (me). Not to mention, I would not have noticed how long I had been running, or how my feet kind of hurt, or how my neck really hurts from sleeping funny.
Kristin has her first 10k tomorrow, the Wharf to Wharf. She’s running it with another one of our friends, Regan, and I have to admit, I’m jealous. Running road races with Kristin is the best. And I’m proud of both of them, but K especially. She’s worked really hard to be able to run this race, and I know that she’s struggled with running alone as well.
So I hope she imagines me tomorrow during the race, standing in the sidelines, leaping up and down, yelling, “You’re doing it, Kristin! You’re doing it!” I’ll be thinking about her while I run alone.
* You know you want to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeKlxiQY-HA (get through the first 30 seconds, then, WAM!)