This one probably doesn’t count. But I’m counting it. There was no motivating or inspiring each other but we did run about a mile together and grabbed a picture. In my mind that counts.
Robin and I work together. He’s a keen cyclist with some big events coming up this year including Hell of the Ashdown in the coming week. He and I were both on our morning run into work, doing our own thing.
As I reached somewhere near Blackfriars I felt a tap on the shoulder. I was in the zone, ready to react to someone invading my space. Damn tourists and commuters. That hostility soon vanished as I recognised the smile. We carried on the last segment into the office together. Ducking and weaving through the masses of people at rush hour on Blackfriars Bridge. Joking away as we both looked the part – unshaven, sweaty, hats and panting through the streets. Morning runners. This is how we commute.