One Foot In Front

I have a running date with a buddy at 8pm. Hopefully this will be the beginning of a long stretch of consistent running, maybe even leading to training for some kind of race. Maybe a good friendship.

But this is the first time I’ve run with someone else. Usually it’s just me, my outdated iPod jams, and the road. No worries, no judgement. I’m worried either he or I (more likely) will be embarrassingly slow and drag the other person down. I’m worried I’ll crash and burn given my weeks of laziness. I’m worried he’ll see me as gross and sweaty. I’m way more nervous about this than I should be.