If someone were to ask me, I would probably describe myself as a solitary runner. I get inordinately happy when I have a chance to run out of the house unencumbered and be alone with my thoughts, the pounding footfalls and rhythmic breathing. I even have no problem with going down to the track alone and stomping out intervals. I don’t need other people to drag me along and I will not hesitate to go to a race alone and complete the task without saying a word to anyone.
However, when I sat down to write this post and thought back on my running life, I realised that most of my best running experiences came from running in a group. I had to wonder why it was that I liked to define myself as a lone ranger rather than the companionable type? Why have I resisted being part of a gang and embarked on hours of secret training, holding my running log close to my chest?
Politics. While sometimes group runs lead to nirvana, others can leave you questioning humanity.
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