Exercise + friends can be a powerful combo. Not only will it help keep you motivated and accountable, it can also help you meet your goals faster.
I always knew about the benefits of a workout partner, but I never really thought much about it. You see, I’m very fortunate to be married to my workout partner. My husband Graham and I train together a lot. You probably noticed. He features in my blog posts pretty regularly.
I suddenly realised that I took this massive benefit of our relationship for granted. It was a recent magazine article that made me stop and think about how fortunate I am.
In the July edition of a magazine called Feel Good You, Graham and I were featured in an article about the benefits of a workout buddy. Back in May, one of my colleagues spotted a journalist request for a couple who trains together for a feature she was writing. I decided to put myself forward for the opportunity. Usually, I get touch with journalists on behalf of the clients I work with, but in this case, my story seemed to be a perfect fit, and hey, if you can’t PR yourself, then you’re not very good at PR.
The writer got back to me instantly asking for an interview.
And finally, the story appeared. (Try not to vomit. It’s almost a little too cute).
We are really lucky to be workout partners, I thought. Not only do we motivate and encourage each other, we also get to share a lot of really amazing experiences and accomplishments. Can you imagine if Graham didn’t like running and fitness as much as I do? It would be like that time I ran my 10k PB at a race by myself and had no one to high five at the finish line… except that would be ALL. THE. TIME. Not to mention the complete lack of empathy he might have for things like pre-race anxiety and lost toenails.
It took seeing our story in print (somewhere other than my blog) to realise how genuinely lucky we are. It’s not that I don’t have other friends interested in fitness. I do. But I think I would have a very hard time convincing them to get up in time for a 6:30am Orangetheory class every single week. Or, waking up early nearly every Saturday morning so we can go to Parkrun, rain or shine. Very few of them can be convinced to run while on holiday, and fewer still would delight in dressing in silly costumes and running a race where half the participants are nude.
Of course, it wasn’t always this way. There was a time when Graham hated running.
I’m so glad he’s found joy in it now.
Recently, we went for a run and he asked me, “How many runs do you think we’ve done together.”
“I have no idea,” I replied. “Hundreds?”
And I hope we run hundreds more together.