When I was pregnant with my first child I was amazed at just how many other women seemed to be pregnant. Every where I looked there seemed to be women in various stages of pregnancy, or mothers with prams – where had they all been hiding until this time ?
And now that I am a runner I see runners everywhere, and I find it brings on one of two responses.
If I too am heading out on a morning run, particularly if it is cold or dark or wet, or I am hungover, and am questioning whether I can really be bothered running- I find the unspoken camaraderie of fellow runners reassuring.
As I pass them I say to myself – “I am not the only one getting out of my cosy bed to run – others are equally motivated/ driven/ mad” ( delete as appropriate).
But if I am not running that day, I seem to see even more runners and I then question why I am not also out for a run.
If we are in the car I will bore my fellow passengers by commenting on the passing runners ; “look there is someone out running ” or ” it looks like a lovely evening for a run ” even inventing uninformed back stories – ” I expect they are training for the insert upcoming race , I thought about entering that one” etc etc.
This commentary is not always appreciated by my family and fellow passengers.
Running envy may be something only I suffer from, but I suspect not. So fellow runners, I thank and salute you for keeping me running.
The unfinished sentence... 