While running down Rock Creek Parkway with my friend Ryan last evening, I stopped to admire the sunlight streaming through the trees on the C&O Canal.
Don’t worry, I did it all tough-like.
In the manliest way possible, I told him, “That light looks so good.”
He verbified, “Why aren’t you runography-ing, then?”
As much as I like to be aware of my surroundings while I run to get a good shot, sometimes it’s good to let go, to lose yourself in the moment, to not always be “ON”.
That said, I looked at him quizzically and said, “Oh, yeah.” So I took out my iPhone and started snapping.
The run itself wasn’t that great. Ryan doesn’t usually run and my back was suddenly sore from manly stuff I do at work, like carry heavy shit around for other people.
We did take the time, though, to catch up and talk wedding stuff (he’s getting married in a month) and, of course, sports. We went about 2.5 miles with a few walking breaks along the way.
I was worried I might have ruined running for him (I wanted him to associate it with positive thoughts so he’d do it again) and so was pleasantly surprised this morning to wake up to an email that included this line:
“I think that I’ll survive and maybe even give that ‘running’ thing a shot again sometime.”
I’m so proud. He’ll be completing marathons in no time.