After months of feeling mightily sorry for myself (a torn meniscus has that effect), I took an important psychological step back to running this weekend, when I rejoined my running group.
Ahem – let’s make one thing clear from the start:
They all ran.
Some of the group ran quite considerable distances, in fact, but I was delighted just to be able to walk a steady, plodding 6km round Nehru Park.
It felt good to chat, to hang out with other runners, and to be made to stretch – something I totally neglect, left to my own devices!
Running groups are interesting creatures, I find.
They are full of nice, like-minded people and yet, like anything else in life, change happens.
People come, people go, relationships shift.
In the weeks since I was away mountaineering/avoiding pollution/getting myself injured, my running group has changed out of all recognition.
Loads of new faces.
I only knew about 3 people there, which was weird after more than 2 years, but hey! change is good, right?
Whatever dynamics have been happening in my group, while I was moping and feeing miserable, it’s all for the good, I feel.
We drilled, we stretched, we ran (well, some of us walked…) and it was all very professional & crisp & no-nonsense.
So, onwards and upwards.
Here’s to the day I actually manage run with this crew!