I was recently trying to arrange a time to meet up with a friend which proves impossible when you’re both trying to adult. We then decided on a time after her race but I knew she’s not a runner so I was like ‘you go girl’. She then continued to inform me her boyfriend is the runner and has been motivating her. Which is great of course…but I hate running with my melons so it would be a no-no for me. Nonetheless it made me think…I DO NOT miss that. I do not miss caring about what someone else cares about.