21. Queens, NYC.
I love to live, and I live to love.
If there has ever been a test for friendship, it is running in the rain with them.
Recently I’ve decided to tone down and start running. This past winter break, I even bought these gorgeous running sneakers to motive myself to run. I guess it’s been working. I’ve run more than I’ve ever run in the past few years. I’ve even joined a cardio kickboxing class.
But that’s not enough … because I’ve probably done 5 runs in total in the past four months and I’ve only gone to the kickboxing class twice.
I could give the excuse that I’m swamped with homework, but now that I’m on spring break — no excuses.
Yesterday I called one of my best friends to go out for a run with me. At first, she agreed, jokingly. Unfortunately for her, we were communicating through social media, and I assumed that she was serious. When I found out that she was joking, I still managed to drag her out to go for a 30 minute run.
I was pumped. I hadn’t gone running in a while, and I was ready to see how far I could push my body. But what I didn’t see coming was the struggle of teamwork that I had not experienced during my runs on campus.
“Hey, I can’t!”
I was hoping that even though I had run ahead of her, she would eventually catch up. But she didn’t. I guess it didn’t help that in that moment, the skies broke open and it was pouring hard.
I had planned this run since the night before, and I wasn’t going to let some raindrops stop me from trying to get a what was supposed to be a simple 30-minute run. However, because she couldn’t catch up, I stopped.
“You can do this! Don’t stop! When you stop abruptly in the middle of a run, the exercise becomes useless! Don’t stop!”
I was so angry that I had to stop my exercise because she had given up so easily. So I decided to push her. I dragged her in front of me and yelled, “Run!” I kept a steady pace behind for about 30 seconds, and after those seconds passed, we slowed down and walked. Those 30 seconds of running were great — this meant that she could consistently keep it up, right?
No. Every body is different.
When I realized that she couldn’t run anymore, I gave up. I simply told her to continue walking around the block without me, and I ran.
Supposedly when one runs, one is freed from all thoughts. Unfortunately this wasn’t the type of run that I got. The whole time I was pushing myself, I kept replaying what had happened.
I became angry at myself because of how impatient I had gotten with her, and I became disappointed in that she didn’t try pushing herself hard enough. No pain, no gain, right? I could keep making up excuses for my reasons, but it doesn’t matter. All I knew was that when she told me she wanted to exercise, I took upon her request.
“Ow, my legs hurt today.”
Today we were shopping in the mall, looking to go buy some favors for a party she was planning.
“No pain, no gain.”
“But, uh. I want to do it again.”
I looked at her in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it. She was finally ready to push herself.
Go running with a friend at some point. Not only do you learn about that person and yourself, but you are also giving your friend an opportunity to learn about themselves.