I'm feeling flattered tonight. And not just because Moana thinks I'm the next best thing since sliced bread. In fact, in her eyes, I'm better than sliced bread. Although I guess she's never actually had sliced bread. Whatever. She thinks I'm the best at singing and typing and folding laundry and making food, as evidenced by the way she watches every move I make and smiles when she thinks I'm doing a good job (which is always). Shoot, if I paid serious attention to her admiration, I'd be trying out for American Idol.
No, the real reason I'm feeling flattered is because I just made plans to run with a gal who is an acquaintance of mine... but who is likely to become a new friend and training partner. A running partner. She's faster than me, but she just called and asked if I wanted to join her on a 10 miler tomorrow evening. Really? Run? With me? Wow.
I have lots of people to swim with. I'm confident in my ability to swim and have found lots of swimmers who are about the same ability and we train together. It's great.
I also have biking training partners. Again, I've got some confidence in my ability to ride a bike, so I'm pretty much good with riding with anyone. Doesn't matter how long, or how fast, or how hilly... I'm game.
But running has been a different story. Not so confident in my ability to keep up... and since I hang out with some stellar athletes but don't want to make anyone slow down, I typically choose to run alone.
But Sara wants to run with me. I'm working on increasing my confidence in my ability to run, and I'm starting tomorrow by tossing aside my insecurities and tagging along on her 10 miler. Truth be told, I'm pretty psyched to train with someone who will push me... and I think there's a real possibility that we'll become better friends which is also a huge bonus.