So I had a little running buddy today. He managed to run about halfway up the hill from our house and then across the park and to the top for a breather. We ran-walked / ran-paused our way through just over 2.5 miles, which wasn't bad going at all. He was less keen than me (who was all giggly shrieky aeroplane-armsy happiness) about running down hills. He says they're 'too fast'... which is not a concept I'm familiar with! That said, he did run down a very steep hill and had a flushed, excited, eyes-popping-out-of-his-head happy face on at the bottom... which is always a good sign.
Y'know, I wish they could bottle that feeling. And when someone says 'I don't know why you run... running's boring. I couldn't run. I just can't see anything interesting in it' about it... give them a taste of that. That feeling like you're 8 years old. That it's all just a bit fast, a bit unsafe, a bit scary... but you've done it anyway. And there's a buzz inside you that makes you feel all tingly happy.
Give them a taste of that, and they'll get it. The quiet, calm, happy, gentle, space-to-breathe moments take longer to appreciate... but that absolute crazy freedom of speed and hill and happy. That's kinda intoxicating. Even after a crazy full day.
I LOVE that my children are starting to discover running with me. It reminds me of why I love it all over again.
Lucky old me!
Geeky stats stuff
|Avg Pace:||10:08 min/mi|
|Elevation Gain:||184 ft|