Early this morning, my brother-in-law and I went for a 30 minute run. We had a nice time going through the dark trail in Garmisch, Germany. We ran at the base of a mountain, past a cow pasture, and along a lighted road. A nice mornin jog to get the blood pumping.
I’m always hesitant to run with somebody new. I worry, first, that they will run incredibly faster than I. I never want to be “that guy” who talks about running, but then slows those same people down. I am not a fast runner–I enjoy distance more than speed. Actually, I am a snail–but I hold my own if I have to. Thi morning I had to–so I did keep up.
More and more I worry that the person will be slower than me–I think people call it walking–but I’m not sure. Typically this isn’t a problem because I’m always happy to go slow–but I never want to do to them what I have done to me…getting left in the dust or dragging everybody down. Too some degee people will say tey don’t want to run with me out of fear that I will smoke them–but I enjoy running with slower people because I can enjoy the run more without having to push every step.
This mornin was about right. We ran at a good pace–probably a 9:30 minute mile–but I’m not sure. The morning was not too cold–which I feared it would be with me wearing short sleeves. and the company was good. It is good to run with a friend and even a relative I hope we can do this more though the years.