Running Buddies

This is a bumpy flight to Detroit. Also, it's the morning and I'm going to work later so scotch isn't really an option. I'll have to make do with Sprite. For father's day Cara got me a silly book about running. Odd play for her, I know, but I guess fathering her children had something to do with it. And I mean silly in the most disparaging sense. It has little cartoons and lots of space fillers like all black pages with a word of two on them. The author even admitted to not writing 40,000 words after he googled the minimum length for a book. Buuuuut I'll read just about anything you put in front of me, so here I am on a plane reading it. Well, not now obviously - I'm typing - but before they sounded the all clear to pull out our laptops I was. And enjoying it. I'm just a few chapters in and Cohen is describing all the different ways one can find a running buddy (which, of course, he didn't) and I realized that I really missed having a running buddy since Jacques moved. I also ran with Jacques a couple days back in Seattle, so top of mind and all that.

So those guys who always had out beer around mile 23 during the Rock n' Roll Marathon in Nashville, the Hash House Harriers, are apparently merely a chapter of a much larger running club established by the British in Malaysia back when it was still a British colony. Who knew? I'll also have to get on them for their lack of representation at the Seattle version of that event. There's also apparently a section on Craigslist and some other apps just for finding folks to run with. Reading all this I realized that I hadn't really even defined the problem: I should look for someone to run with. I was just waiting for serendipity to drop another running buddy in my lap like it did with Jacques last fall. Ridiculous! Now that I have defined the problem I can work on a solution. Well, I can work on a solution once I have internet again. They just don't offer it on many of these shorter flights.