I am so excited because I FINALLY have a swim buddy… DadHTP!
I’ve tried for two years to convince a friend to fall in love with swimming, but no dice. It’s easier to find a running buddy than it is to find a swimming buddy. But when Dad moved to Charlotte, he promised that he’d start swimming with me (we have grand plans to do a triathlon relay together one day). Today was our first joint swim, and it was quite nice. Truthfully, I could’ve seen myself blowing off my workout, but knowing that Dad was counting on me motivated me to go.
During my swim (I did 0.5 a mile, whoop whoop), I was thinking about the different types of workout buddies:
Commitment Buddy: A friend who helps hold you accountable. You set regularly dates with commitment buddies and feel bad if you blow them off, so you end up always sticking to your workout goals.
Social Hour Buddy: Nicole and I are this kind of workout buddy – we use our workouts to catch up with each other. We expend a lot of energy talking to each other and, as a result, don’t usually push each other super hard. But that’s okay with us.
Training Buddy: Two people, one training goal. Your workouts revolve around prepping for a specific event. Megan and I were training buddies for the Disney Marathon. We did almost all of our long runs together.
Serious Buddy: A serious buddy is a no-fuss kind of buddy. You exercise together to make each other work as hard as possible – especially when you’re training for speed.
Of course, social hour buddies can also be training buddies, and commitment buddies can be serious buddies, etc. Then again… there’s a whole category of crap workout buddies! Workout buddies who make you feel small if you can’t keep up with them, ones who promise to meet you at the gym but blow you off, and buddies who always suggest cutting corners. Those buddies are no good. Ugh.
Post-workout dinner with my two favorite guys (Dad and Husband, of course):
Pasta with spinach, cast iron tofu, and broccoli. The pasta was actually a gluten-free, corn-based pasta… it wasn’t exactly like real pasta but it was pretty good.
Gonna rummage up an evening snack.
I’d love to hear workout buddy stories… Good ones, bad ones. Horror stories! Or are you a solo exerciser?