There was a hill that we used to run in Germany. It was a 7% grade and could kick your butt pretty quick.
One day someone else was in charge of having us run it. The weather was rainy and miserable. I thought it was a good day to cancel PT. That didn’t happen.
I needed to do something to own the morning. I needed to do something to feel like I was choosing to do this.
We started running. I made it to the top. Lots of people were behind me.
I figured I could go down and up again in the time it would take them to finish their up.
So I did.
It was breaking the rules.
The rules were run up once and wait for the slow people while you stood in the rain. That didn’t seem to make sense. Running up twice did.
Every time after that I ran that hill twice. I didn’t think much of it though. It was my new normal.
Today I find a post on FB of one of the people who I used to run with. He was doing a weekend run. He made it to the top, then went back down to run with someone slower on their way up.
The examples you set it life outlive the time you have together.