…with a slow running partner? Is this really happening?! Probably. Is this my destiny? Likely.
I’m always a little nervous to run with Mama D because she’s faster than me by a lot. But I make myself do it because “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another,” right? And while I hope to one day improve my speed by forcing myself to keep up with her (for part of our runs), she’s probably thinking she can’t wait to leave me in the dust. *insert paranoid giggle* Will she leave me with a few kind words, “It’s not you, it’s me…”? Maybe a text: “It’s over, slow poke, TTYL, OMG”?
After I watched this video, I think she might.
So I guess this leaves me with no choice. If I don’t want to be broken up with because I’m a plodder or slogger, then I better go find a running parachute and get to work. And since I don’t have one of those, I guess I’ll just make one out of a bed sheet. And since “ain’t nobody got time for that” maybe I could find a few other things to try that are on this list of 25 ways to run faster:
It’s worth a shot!