So, there I was on the treadmill, no one else around, 10 minutes into my run, great music on the iPod, getting into a nice rhythm, feeling good. Then, someone else jumped on a treadmill opposite me. I clocked her for a second. Hells bells, she looked seriously fit and (much) younger than me. She clocked me for a second and probably thought " she's puffing a bit". My competitive streak roared but I thought no, this is not a competition, just carry on with your own pace.
Well, fit girl didn't warm up, she started straight into the running. Ooh naughty her I thought, she obviously hasn't done C25K!! And then she started to run. Fast. Seriously fast. Bloody hell I thought she's not going to keep that up for long. At this stage I was starting to turn a little pink but kept plodding at my usual speed. She looked at me, I looked at her and she continued to run on VERY FAST .....and then she stopped! She had run for about 5 minutes! I knew she wouldn't be able to run for long at that speed.
I kept plodding along for another 15 minutes and completed my run, my face at this time a beetroot red, but I didn't care. I felt a childish thrill that I had outrun her!
(Please no one spoil this for me by telling me that she probably runs several marathons each year and she was just having a bad run). But she did look seriously fit. Hee hee!