I see a lot of people on my morning runs, and I love that.
I see old team members and coaches. I see work friends and “regulars” that I haven’t officially met but feel like I know. I see brand new faces. Then when I get home I see my boyfriend who’s always fresh from a bike ride.
We’re all attending the sweaty-hot sufferfest for our own reasons while others are hitting snooze. Go us!
Unfortunately, when that sufferfest is more suffer than fest I get bitter and resent the runners making it look easy (more on my Dystonia here); the ones chatting away with a buddy or mouthing the words to what I will only assume is Beyoncé.
It’s hard not to, right? They have something I don’t: a happy and cooperative nervous system, a partner or two, an ad-free Spotify subscription. Speculation.
But what I really need to do is to keep all of those people out of it. This marathon goal and each run that fills up my training log is between me and the road and the Backstreet Boys who serenade me along the way.
I don’t deserve the negative feelings of comparison and R doesn’t deserve the cold shoulder when I hobble home dirty, defeated, and whining about an 11 min/mile pace. *le sigh*
I think it’s time to download some new Queen Bey and quit the bellyaching.
Are you a solo runner? Do you run with friends? What do you jam to during your workouts?