Before I had kids, back when I worked full-time, you could find me on Monday and Wednesday evenings, at 5:30 sharp, running with a group of runners through the streets of Roanoke. I ran with them on weekends too. I made some great friends that way, and my running improved. There's something wonderful about the companionship of a long run with friends. Somehow, it just never worked out after I had the twins to meet up with the group. The original group I ran with fizzled away - injuries, kids, and other factors broke us apart. I miss it often.
These days, my running partner is primarily of the furry variety. He has a tendency to get distracted by things like deer and basketballs. Still, I'm thankful to have him by my side for the miles. He never complains about the cold or the wind. Or that I'm running too slow (although I bet he's thinking it sometimes).
No, he's just happy to be by my side. If he could talk, no doubt he'd be full of encouragement, just as my human running group always was.