Oh my goodness. Running with my OH was quite an experience.
First of all I ran naked (see Dan's blog for definition of nudity --- i.e. without music -- not in the buff). Second OH was once a real athlete. The complete opposite of the stereotypical eyetie, he is 5'11" and large. An ex-judoka beaten by a British lady back in the eighties when she landed accidentally on purpose on his left shoulder in a European championship hence since putting him out of action shoulder-wise. Anyway, he thinks he knows all about sport (yawn!).
He started running real fast. He was beathing in and out loudly from the start and at first I couldn't keep up with him. I couldn't settle my breathing -- something I hadn't experienced for ages. But in the end I ignored him and did my own thnig. I suppose I am an independent runner !? He ran for 30 minutes while I continued for an hour clocking 7.5K. No music. No quizzes. But no boredom either. I just wish I could get him to do the C25K program. He would do it brilliantly. And lose the beer-belly gained in the UK where he works. Like it or not, there is much to be said about the mediterranean diet