Running with someone is a lot different from running by myself. For starters, the pace is different. Or if it is the same, it feels slower. That is to say that running with someone else makes running faster easier. A run at normal pace feels slower, more relaxed.
I ran with my boy Scotty today. Scott’s been there and back again, but he is not terribly jaded by the experience. I appreciate someone who can tell you first hand that life can be rough but also acknowledges its sweetness. Scotty knows it’s sweet even though he also know he is crazy.
No crazier than the rest of us, of course. As much evidence as I have to the contrary, I still believe I’m destined to wind up living in a trailer somewhere. In my imagination it is the trailer from the Cyndi Lauper “True Colors” video with the porthole window. Aqua stripe down the side. That’s the one.
I know it’s not a realistic fear. Most days now I don’t really think about the trailer, but it’s always back there in the woods somewhere. Talking with Scotty keeps it at bay for a while. So I don’t really mind being a little bit crazy since it means we get to hang out for a while.