I spent the last couple weeks running, staring at the back of my hubby’s head. I jog along watching him gradually pull farther and farther ahead of me. I don’t particularly mind the view, his derrière is definitely looking really good these days (a benefit of running that is seriously underrated).
We used to run side-by-side, but as our running intervals got longer and, therefore harder, I haven’t been able to keep up. His legs are longer and stronger, and sometimes I feel like it’s a miracle to just be able to run on my stubby, tree trunks that I have for legs.
I’ve been slowing down to what feels like a crawl in the third interval of our running program, and while I’m struggling not to give up and walk, my hubby is often 200 – 300 meters ahead of me, sometimes completely out of view if the park is a little crowded.*
Even though he can maintain a faster pace, he’s having issues controlling his breathing and he’s at the upper limits of what his heart-rate should be. His hips are also quite stiff post-run, and the following day. So, while it appears like all is well, he is in fact suffering.
I’ve got my own issues: I can’t keep up the pace towards the end of the run and it feels physical, but I have a feeling it is mental.
Last week my husband, unbeknownst to me, had decided to run with me so that he could work on his breathing and test whether his speed was causing the hip pain. The outcome was unexpected. Of course he slowed down, but I, surprisingly, sped up. In fact, on the second day of actually running together we ran further than he was when I was lagging behind him. It was really helpful to have him next to me. I suppose I was trying not to make him suffer through my snail’s pace, but in doing so I had the mental motivation to keep up the pace and go faster. Not only did I keep up, but he had an easier time breathing and his hip was less painful.
We’ve been running buddies this entire time, but this last week we actually ran as buddies. It was incredibly helpful running together. I’m the type who is perfectly happy working out on my own, never seeking people out to exercise with, but I must admit there are advantages.
Do you workout with a buddy? Or do you workout alone?
*After reading this post, my husband strongly disagrees with me and says I’m “exaggerating.” He claims he is only 20 to 50 meters ahead of me. I maintain my original point.