Dear Non-Runner Friend:
I know you cannot understand why I refuse to "party" on a Friday night. Despite being a 34 mother of two children (meaning not much of a life) who wake up before dawn almost EVERY morning (I found Brock playing with Legos at 4am yesterday like it was 12pm), I *need* sleep before my long runs. And while you are at, Saturdays I will be exhausted too... did you run 10+ miles this morning?
No, I am not running away from anything... well, maybe I am... from the stresses of life... some people eat (use to do that), some people drink (only if I am carb consuming), and others find different activities, but for me... running has restored me. I do enjoy it. It has allowed me to reclaim my individuality (have you seen my running outfits lately) and I have found many successes!
Yes, getting up at 3:30 am to run is INSANE! I am sure almost any runner would admit that too. But for me, I would rather run outside than on a treadmill any day. Soon the snow will come and Milles will be my best friend... but I bet I will still have my workout done before you get up.
It is very difficult for me to have conversations about items other than running, training, aches, cycling, swimming, races - races I want to run, races I have run, races that I am scared to run,... unless you want me to talk about PTA or my children. Running, training... it is like my job. You talk about your job ALL the time...
I know you think it is weird that I talk about my blog friends like I *actually* have met them (only a few). Some of them I feel closer to than my real life friends. Why? Well, they listen. They get me. They understand. They text me at 5am on race day just to say good luck. They stalk me on line to see how I did... secretly cheering me on. And YES, I do the same thing! I know their splits before they do!
No, I am NOT going to stop running, training anytime soon. Why? Well, I like to do it. I want to do it. You choose to party on a Friday night and I choose to start my run at 5am. I don't judge you... so quit judging me!
We're friends still, right?
Feelings after an actual conversation I had yesterday with a "friend".