So the boyfriend and I headed out yesterday on his first run since school and my first run this year. I was feeling pretty confident, I know the ropes, done this before, should have started on at least week 3 but starting from the beginning just to try to persuade my other half to join me. To be brutally honest I was quite looking forward to jogging on ahead while he puffed and panted along behind.
So was this the reality? Not a bit!! I found the run quite a challenge to be honest, much more than I thought and certainly more than my significant other. Ah well, not the first time I have demonstrated large quantities of misplaced confidence, not the last either I wouldn't mind betting! Luckily I had managed to keep my thoughts to myself so wasn't quite as unkind as I might sound, I was simply looking forward to being better than him at something for once - ah well.
It was really nice in one way to be out with someone else for a change but I'm quite looking forward to doing some runs on my own as well, I guess the whole 'me time' thing has its pluses. The best news is he intimated that he intends on carrying on with the programme which I'm super pleased about as I'm sure it will do him so much good both physically and mentally. I'm really hoping this will be something we can enjoy/endure together - I think running and I will always have a love/hate relationship at best!
So, onwards and upwards. W1R2 on my own tomorrow as he is on duty at work but I'm sure we'll run together again soon.