1. So, since I started taking this running thing seriously (and my seriously may not match to others’ definitions of seriously, but I mean running consistently and running races … all 5k races to this point, but races nonetheless), I always get nervous at the prospect of running with other people.
2. I assume I’ll be the slowest, worst runner and be a pain to whoever has the misfortune of running with me.
3. Thankfully, this never seems to be the case, but this is my assumption every single time.
4. So, when a girl invited me to a running group, I was, as usual, nervous.
5. I avoided it … err, um, had things to do for many weeks.
6. This week, I finally made it.
7. My visions of an elite running group of 15 people who run 4-minute miles, with slow Jina stumbling behind them, did not materialize.
8. The group: 100+ people of all different running (and even walking) levels.
9. And, guess what? I wasn’t the slowest. And, even if I was, with so many people (who started running at different times between 6-6:30 p.m.), no one would know.
10. But, most importantly, I had fun (and did something healthy in the process).