A desperate act

Loneliness makes us do funny things sometimes.

For the last several weeks, I've been searching for running groups to join. Co-workers have sent me links for various ones, but none work for me. I either need a car to meet them or they meet at a time when I'm working. I'm damned no matter what I do.

Despite what I wrote a about my running dependence, I don't want to join a group for extra motivation to run. I've rediscovered it. I need one for my sanity, so I have some people to talk to. And gasp, maybe a friend or two I can hang out with outside running. Beer anyone?

A few weeks ago, I got so desperate to join a running group that I looked into and, shamefully, joined the national group See Mommy Run that has plenty of sub-groups in D.C. Embarassing and completely wrong, I know. It's an exclusive mommies-only club.

It hit me just how pitiful I was when I e-mailed a mom in the neighborhood to ask about running times and distances and to let her know I was new to the district. Apparently, she also had recently moved to D.C. but was holding off on running until the fall, when it's cooler. But she said if I had a three-year-old, a group of parents reguarly meet at a local park.

I'm still looking for a running group that fits my needs.