When I started running almost two years ago, I ran mostly with a few girlfriends, one in particular became my running buddy.  It was awesome.  But then I got pregnant and stopped running.  Now that I’ve started again, it’s been mostly me running alone because I was on maternity leave and running during the day and my girlfriend you know, had a life and was working! 😉 I really miss running with her but I hope that we can get back to running by the lake this summer.

A few weeks back, another friend messaged me asking if I’d be interested in a running buddy. This friend hadn’t run in a few years due to injury but was starting to get back into it and didn’t want to run more than 5km.  I was a little hesitant at first because I thought I’d just slow her down (she used to do Ironman competitions), but she insisted she wasn’t crazy fast, so I thought “What the hell?” and we made a date to run the following week.

That was yesterday.

She met me at my office and we ran to my house.  It’s just under 5 km and she thought it was a perfect start.  Little did I know we’d be doing 10s and 1s!  I mostly run 5s and 1s and had been doing some steady 35-40 minute runs until my injuries, but I didn’t want to look bad, so I agreed to the pace she set.  And then we started talking.

And then I felt like I was gonna die.

Seriously!  I had forgotten how hard it is to run and carry on a conversation at the same time.  I was dying!  By 4.5 km we were just around the corner from my house and I was so ready to quit but she made me run around the block again so that we would complete the 5 km.

I am so glad she was there to kick my butt.  It turned out to be a fabulous run and we are going to make it a weekly event.

I am still feeling the runner’s high, though my shin is not too happy with me at the moment.

Where’s the Advil?