I’m not much of a joiner. I don’t do big crowds and at times I can be painfully shy – see my confession here – and apparently I’m far from the only one. What started out as a simple link to this post on Facebook turned into a lengthy and humorous discussion about how we’re all so shy in social situations. This inherent shyness of mine is, I’m sure, what keeps me from running with anyone. Except these two.
I envy those with the natural ability to feel comfortable in any kind of social environment. When it comes to running though, I’m totally fine with flying solo. Depending on the day, the last thing I feel like doing is trying to keep a conversation going when I’ve already spent the previous 8 hours listening to people who make more in one hour than most of us do in a week, moan, groan, and complain about everything under the sun. My runs are my therapy – the time I so desperately need to unwind, destress, and put everything back in perspective. Feeling like I need to actually SPEAK – yeah, not so much.
All that being said, I really do wish sometimes I had the nerve to call up a fellow runner and go crank out a few miles while just enjoying another living, breathing, human being’s company. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE running with the hubby and the Wonder Mutt, but the last thing I want to do is bore the hubby with talk of fartleks, tempo runs, and PR’s, (even though he’s always happy to listen), and Calypso’s not always the best at, well, shall we say… feedback?
Plus, even though I think we ALL suffer from the OMG-I’m-only-one-mile-in-and-I-can’t-breathe-or-move-my-legs-and-must-look-and-smell-like-a-total-idiot-itis, who wants to deal with all THAT when trying to impress a new running bud?
But if you stop and think about it, I really am full of dog poo. And this is why.
Let’s face it – we all know we look like crap when we run. We all smell like something that’s been slowly decomposing after a few miles in the sun. And we all hate that first mile until we start feeling more like a normal runner and less like something that’s been dragged through a mud bog. And THAT is the beauty of running buddies. We just don’t care.
So as I salute all you socially adept runners and your ability to make anyone feel at ease in your presence, don’t forget about all the #Bashful elves who would love to join you, but would rather crawl under the bleachers than start a conversation and risk sounding like a total schmuck. We really DO want to join in the silliness. We just don’t want to end up feeling like we’re in this alone.
Enjoy the ride.
Are you the type who hangs back in social situations or do you make it a point to go speak to those who do?