And I was already at 2.3 miles when I realized it.
I’ve always wanted to be runner. Not bad enough to do it, but enough to feel guilty for not trying. I’m not talking about being a marathoner, I’d be satisified with any type of regular running schedule. Perhaps it’s because of my body type and knowing that I’ll never be a weightlifter… but wanting to exercise somehow. However, in my experience, running one mile indoors on a treadmill or track has always made me feel like I was going to have to crawl out of the Y and into my deathbed afterwards. Whoever said running releases endorphines in your brain, obviously had a more willing brain than me.
There’s something terribly hard about challenging yourself to do something you don’t believe that you can do. And it’s seemingly impossible to do it by yourself.
Maybe this just my perception, but I realized it in my own life very recently. A good friend of mine asked me to run with her. Outside. In 30-degree weather. For 2.5 miles. I was thinking ‘Ughh’. Which I voiced as ‘Okay’!
This is when you runners will laugh at me. But, that’s okay. I respect your discipline after being nearly beaten to a pulp by my own legs. Somehow, I found the energy to run with her. Outside. In 30-degree weather. For 2.5 miles. Three times now. And the best part is that I have felt good after these runs.
There’s something magically compelling when you face a challenge with a friend. Together you may decide that you can do more than you even imagined.
I’ve always heard that two heads are better than one. And I understand that. It’s logical that more people can do more things. But the most surprising part to me is this:
I, myself, can do more when working together with others. Sharing passion makes my own personal passion only grow.
If each of us can only run 1 mile on our own, but together we each run 2.5. Then 1 + 1 can equal 5. This is why we’re better together.
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