Old Acquaintances, New Friends

I just got in from a boots and yoots run with my neighbor Sandoval. (boots and yuts is boots and utility trousers, but no blouse.) We ran about 3 miles in the heat; a slow, intermittant run. But it wasn't the run that was worthwhile, it was getting to better know someone I had met about 2 months earlier and had hung out with once or twice in casual situations. The interesting thing was that he seems to be not simply the kind of person who wants to lose weight, or do better on his PFT. he seemed to have an actual interest in running, why I run, and how he can be better. I talked about many different theories and practices of my craft, reveling silently in the joy of spreading the faith to a prospective member. As always, I ran my mouth; expounded on a few of my own personal philosophies on life, hard earned credos that are slowly becoming time-tested.

It was getting to know someone while running that was worthwhile. The simple act of moving one foot in front of the other somehow strips you of all pretense and expectation, down to a simple person, not a Marine, Californian or New Englander.

This is why I run