Pushing Each Other

I love that we push each other, in sometimes subtle and sometimes more overt ways. And I love that we support each other in the same fashion. Today we discussed our distance plans before we started, but a few of us were somewhat noncommittal. We run an out-and-back route and as we approached the point that would make a total distance of about 4.5 miles, Sarah decided she was going to turn back rather than go the full 6 we had discussed. I said I would turn back with her, leaving the other two to continue a bit further. But then MaryLu said she would turn back, too, which would have left Heidi alone. Not that Heidi can't handle running alone. But if we're out for a group run there ought to be group, right? So I stayed with her and, as always, I'm glad I did. I'm a better runner for the friends with whom I'm blessed to run. They sometimes make me run further or faster than I had planned, but never push me past where I truly feel I can't go or make me feel like less for having limits. I could have sat down right now to add 4.5 miles to my log, but I would have been a bit disappointed in myself for not going farther. Now I can log my six miles, as planned, and feel good about it. Thanks, Heidi -- I owe you one!