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….