My relationship with Running remains strained. We hooked up for a short trail outing. Initially, I was quite out of breath. My discontent with the entire thing was obvious but I did not give up my efforts. In the meantime, Running showed his support by simply staying with me at whatever pace I could manage. Careful not to overwhelm me, he stayed silent – never once complaining that my thoughts were dominating the outing. His efforts were greatly appreciated.
About 20 minutes, or so later, I realized that I was finally at ease. My breathing was easy and my pace was acceptable. I smiled and let down my guard.
Over this hills and through the trees, we moved along side by side. Feeling quite pleased with our little rendezvous, I lost sight of my lets-take-it-slow plan and began to romanticize about a future together… Like a young girl doodling hearts on a napkin and practicing her signature (should she and the man of her dreams wed), I began fantasizing about my first ultra-marathon. Woodside, Skyline to the Sea, Quicksilver….they all were looking as appealing as a gold band to a girl-wildly-in-love.
It was obvious that I was getting way ahead of myself. One good outing does NOT make for a life-long commitment. I know this. But still, I let my mind wander. And that was when it happened….
Out from nowhere, my footing became rocky. My attention immediately returned to reality where I found myself head over heels over something other than Running: a rather large rock.
Feeling dejected, I hopped, hobbled, and strolled back to my car and drove off leaving Running behind once more. I did not commit to another outing nor did I refuse one.
Running could have pointed out the obvious fact that my downfall was of my own doing. Instead, he remained silent. *sigh*
I think I’ll call him in a couple of days – after I’m done licking my wounds so-to-speak.