Wednesday, August 31, 2011
6am Really Means 5:59:45
Apparently my regular running partner, Jeff, lacks this understanding. He used to have it a few years ago...maybe he's just getting old, cranky, and impatient. Tuesday I show up at 6:02am for our regular run and he's already off on the trail. Fortunately, he's slow and I caught up to him within the first 1/2 mile. He says, "Yeah, I left at 5:59:45...figured you weren't showing up." What the hell! Maybe your watch is fast? Maybe mine is slow? Can't we cut each other some slack? Plus, our little town just installed another traffic light...that could delay me 30-60 seconds.
I understand that eventually we can't wait any longer and we start running without our planned partner. But be reasonable...isn't a couple of minutes worth it to run with a fabulous partner? They'll keep you on pace, protect you from ravenous wild animals, and deliver wonderful conversation...give 'em a break!
For "anyone" I might be running with tomorrow...see you around 6:00:59 on Thursday morning...please wait for me.