With teammates either away on vacation with their families (at secret training camps?) or nursing a mysterious injury I was left to do my long run yesterday alone. Woe is me. But an interesting thing happened on that 20 miler that deserves a little discussion. With neither a running partner to talk with nor an iPod to listen to you would expect it to be quiet. But afterwards I realized that it was too quiet. Something was missing from my run but I couldn't quite figure it out right away.
Now normally when we run as a group I can voice my opinions on matters in more than one way. Sometimes its with choice words, sometimes through grunts. Butt sometimes my backside offers a burst of insight. A rebuttal, some might say. Since this backfire may catch some off guard I try to warn them with a little "Fire in the hole!" Sometimes you'd swear I could singlehandedly perform the entire 1812 Overture! Anyway, its a gift. And I think the others are jealous. Lately I've noticed Art getting in on the act and feeling comfortable expressing himself in our group setting. And why not? His first name conveniently rhymes with the act. Good for him. Personally I think its great to get it out there in the open. Share with the world, I say.
And that is what was missing from my solo run yesterday. One would think that with the dinner I had the night before there would have been something. Nada. I failed to entertain myself with a single for 2.5 hrs. You don't think... Could it be? Perhaps I can only perform for an audience? Do those guys actually bring out the best in me? Is the secret to my superpowers really the COMPANIONSHIP after all?
Hurry back guys, the sounds of silence are killing me. I have some things to share with you.



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