BFFs

Over the course of the last couple of years I've gone from being a completely solo runner to a running buddy runner. And I love it! It keeps me accountable and gets me out of bed at the godawful times with a 4 as the first number... and it's nice to just have someone there with you. You push each other and I think my running has generally improved since running consistently with running partners.

I try to enjoy everyday that I can though, because honestly... I'm afraid that one of these days I'm going to text one of them about the next day's run and they'll be like... "uuhhhh... yeah.. I've found someone better. Good luck to you though." And then I'd sleep in everyday and become fat and insane. Not ideal.

The main reason I fear this is because of my condition while running. You see, there are some things that make me a very good running partner... I have a knack for running an even, consistent pace. I'm dependable. And I have a garmin that I forget to wear about 75% of the time.

But there's one thing that keeps me from being a great running partner. I have verbal diarrhea. That doesn't mean I necessarily talk during the entire run (although sometimes I do), it's just that I tell these poor people absolutely everything about my life. From the mundane to the seedy... it's all blurted out spastically in between huffing and puffing. I am like the Michael Scott of running partners. I tell you WAYYYYY more than you ever wanted to know. Inappropriate? TMI? Oh yes.... it's all laid out there for you.

I was thinking about this the other day and I realized... you know... my two weekly running partners know more about me and my life than my best friends do. They see me every other day 2-3 times a week, and I tell them everything! From doctors appointments to crazy Saturday night shenanigans. So, I kinda feel like these people are now my BFFs! (Which... is a little weird to say since I think they both read the blog, now... awkward*).

Anyway... at some point, I'm sure I'll bore myself so much by talking about my flossing habits or the cool thing that my yoga teacher said last night that I can't quite remember, but spend about 2 miles trying to explain anyway (god, how annoying is that? I hate it when other people do that), that I'll shut up. But until then, I'm appreciative that they put up with me and my stories (and that fact that all my sports knowledge these days seems to come from twitter.ugh). And I'm glad that I've made 2 new BFFs**.

*I promise I'm not working on braided friendship bracelets in matching colors to give to you to wear... well, at least not matching ones.

**Until they read this post and decide that I've creeped them out by blogging about being their BFFs.