Last Monday, I ran alone for the first time since early December.
These days, I usually have several running buddies who I meet up with in the early mornings, but all of my buddies were either out of town, or ran a big race the day before, so I was on my own that morning.
Going to bed Sunday night, I was a little worried that I'd be scared out in the dark 'hood alone.
A year ago, all of my runs were alone and in the dark--and I wasn't scared, but it's been so long since I've been out there by myself....
I happy to report that once I got out there, it all came back to me.
It was the glorious solitude that I remember.
I love that there are people crazy enough to meet me before dawn cracks. Running with friends makes me happy.
I also love that running with friends for every run hasn't ruined me for running alone. I smiled for most of this run....except for when I came to a snow covered road. Then I was all,
squish, squish... Man, this sucks. ...squish, squish
Then I got back to bare pavement and I was all,
This is totally awesome!
Six blissful miles, all by myself....and a frigid selfie.
What? I couldn't let those Lady Gaga lashes and frosty hair go unseen.
Oh, I love running.
Do you usually run alone? With a group? Do you ditch your runs if your group bails? It's rare that I ditch my runs...once, my partner bailed and since I was exhausted and fighting a cold, I went back to bed. Completely guilt-free. But that's only happened once.