The best therapy that money cannot buy is time with my friends. Last night two of my closest friends came over for a very quick running workout. Even though we only ran for 30 minutes it was healing salve for my psyche. Exercise already takes me into healing and cathartic territory when I’m stressed and tired, but adding friends makes it that much better.
Now that I’ve accomplished my biggest goals for the year I’ve made a new workout calendar for September and it contains one thing that my training schedules from February until August didn’t include, Denise. I have convinced my great friend Denise to do a triathlon next year. And I’m not trying to be embarrassing, but Denise used to plug her nose in the shower, so the swimming bit is kind of a big deal for her.
One of my main goals is to spend my time working out with her, as much as possible. She is super inspiring simply because she has one trait I do not possess. If I say, “Denise we’re going to run 3 more miles then walk.” Her response is OK. If I say, “Denise, today we’re going to swim clear across this lake & back.” Her response is OK. If I say, “Denise, let’s sprint all the way up this hill.” Her response is OK and she always gives it all she has. I think and question and complain. Denise does none of these. She is always happy to be spending time with me and to be training. Even when she gets a face full of water and is choking… she puts her head back down and faces her biggest fears.
Even though I’ve pushed myself to accomplish some great things this year, training with Denise is the best thing for my health.