|Running alone - two sides to consider|
So while I was running yesterday I had been thinking about the forthcoming 2011 Luton Marathon and recognised that I was 90% certain I'd go for it. I'd been thinking of the merits of joining a running club but had decided against it. Then as I was just coming up to my last mile I found myself running alongside someone else. I quite enjoyed it!
I have commented before in my blog about the snootiness of some other runners and cyclists - and then someone always seems to pop up to restore my faith in human nature. Yesterday it was a man called Simon ("hello Simon") who I found myself running alongside. His pace was a little quicker than mine but I really enjoyed chatting to him as we ran alongside each other - he was like an impromptu pace setter for me and it did me some good!
It turned out that he was training for the Luton Marathon, quite a coincidence, so maybe we'll bump into each other again.
Once or twice in the past I have found myself running alongside other people and our pace always seems to pick up, sort of edging each other on until the pace levels out at a good threshold speed. Having someone to train with can be mutually encouraging and of course, there must be that comradeship and company. Here I feel I can't speak with much experience and probably the subject of another blog post some other time!
Oh, the run itself. It was good. I remember after the initial couple of miles when I was thinking how stiff I was along with I'll run for maybe just 5 miles and then have a longer run in a few days, it just got better and better. After 1 hour I was going well and by the time I got home I felt as if I could carry on much further.