I was supposed to go for a run outside this morning, but I couldn’t find one of my socks. Is this just a big deal, you ask? Why not wear another sock? I know it sounds like a lame excuse but I can’t run if I don’t have my special running socks, and no, I’m not being a prima donna here—I went through almost an entire month of blisters and torn up feet before I realized that I’m one of those runners who is hard on the feet. Splurging on a pair of running socks was the best thing I could have done for myself.
Anyway, I still wanted to exercise, so instead of getting up super early and running outside, I planned for a run on the treadmill at the gym. This would give me more time in the morning to hunt down said missing sock without waking the house or failing the discovery of the sock, I find I am able to run on the treadmill with normal gym socks if I watch my pace.
All was good b/c I did find the sock. (good thing too as those babies are not cheap! i only own one pair for a reason…)
I convinced my husband to come to the gym with me, and off we went. We were side-by-side on different treadmills using different paces and it was fantastic! We weren’t competing or trying to match each other’s pace. But we were running together.
I managed to run for 30 min starting out at a speed of 4.5 for the first 5 min before I upped the speed to 5.3. At the 10 min mark, I upped it again to 5.8 (here’s where I may have lied about the whole not being competitive part, as it was here I peaked over and saw my husband running at 6.0 pace). This was a good speed for me and actually, my husband and I were running at almost the exact same pace, judging by the thumping of our feet. I kind of forget sometimes that I have shorter legs and that actually makes a difference in running!
Just to be a bit of a brat, I decided to match his pace for the last 5 minutes of the run. My husband is good natured and noticed. Instead of smirking or making some competitive remark, he was encouraging and gave me all kinds of kudos. Then he upped his pace and did this run-as-fast-as-possible show-off type thing where the treadmill actually vibrated…but hey, I was the supportive wife already finished (I had gotten a 2min head start) and encouraged him along as well.
See? It is possible to run together if you know your limits. We think we might try an evening run next week sometime (in amongst his crazy army schedule) where we leave the ipods at home and promise that if it starts to become unenjoyable, we’ll just walk.
This is supposed to be fun after all, right?
On that note, thank you to Barenaked Ladies and U2 for helping me along today: