Our good friend Allison was in town this weekend, and we met up with her Friday for dinner. Prior to her moving an hour+ away this summer, Allison was my faithful running buddy. We would meet on Friday mornings (usually), and hit the pavement for a long run. (“Long” could be anywhere from 6 to 20 miles, depending on what, if anything, we were training for.) My runs have not been the same (read: I don’t run as far) since she moved, so on Friday night when she asked if I’d be up for a long run the following morning, I simply could not turn her down! I even violated my don’t-run-two-days-in-a-row rule (I am very injury-prone, but I’ve found that if I take a rest day between runs, I can remain injury-free!)
This is actually how the conversation happened over dinner:
Allison: Are you running that half marathon?
Catherine: The one around Valentine’s Day? Oh yeah. I’d forgotten about it, but I was thinking about running it. It’s pretty soon though… Yeah, I’ll run it. Are you?
Allison: I think so. Want to do a long run tomorrow?
The conversation was reminiscent of old Allison and Catherine: the girls who ran races on whims with minimal training. In recent years we have wised up, started training a little bit harder, and enjoyed the fruits of our labor. Beginning to train for a 13.1-mile race that’s a mere 6 weeks away? Old us…but also happening.
Considering that most of my runs lately have been 30-35 minutes for basic fitness, I was very pleased with our distance, pace, and how I felt at the end!
After the run, Andrew met us at Starbucks for some post-run breakfast sandwiches and coffee. My sandwich of choice is the reduced-fat turkey bacon/white cheddar/egg whites on whole grain English muffin. So good!
Finally, much to Andrew’s embarrassment, Allison humored me by taking a cheesy photo with me. For the blog 😉