Doing Things Differently
I ALWAYS LIKED running best when I was alone and it was quiet. Chitchat and music were not for me. When my dog was younger, she came along, but she kept to herself. Recently, I decided to tackle a 15K race—that’s over nine miles—and I needed to do increasingly long runs on weekends. My son, who is 6, loves his bike and his Saturday Mom time, so I found myself with what I’d been avoiding for years: a chatty running partner. He was happy to shoulder the bulk of the conversation, though, with complicated stories and extra-loud singing. Spoiler alert: I loved his company. Still, I hung on to the core of what I loved about running: It’s fuss-free. I could put on my shoes and go; I didn’t need anything but…