When I moved to Chicago five years ago, I knew just two people, and while those turned into good friends, I was quite lonely my first summer in the city. It isn’t easy finding friends in a new place, especially when you are out of school. To find my people, I had to put myself out there a lot — joining recreation leagues, going to Meet Ups, asking friends in other places to connect me with their friends, and accepting invitations to every dinner, open mic, and quirky event.

I met many people that first year, but then I started dating the man that would eventually become my husband. Also, at the same time, one of my closest friends moved to Chicago. With the two of them in my daily life, I no longer needed to find any willing and free person to do things with; I always had a date. Those loose friendships dissipated, and as the years passed, so did some of the stronger ones. Friends moved on to different jobs and states, had babies, and schedules filled up. This ebb and flow of friendships left me insecure about my relationships, and I wanted to find a way to bring new people into my life while also investing in those that I care about most.

With school and my part-time job, I don’t have a lot of social time, making it hard to build new relationships. I knew that if I wanted to dip into new communities, I would have to use already what I was doing as way to connect with others.

Like running.

I’ve always been a self-proclaimed solo runner. Running is my me time, my escape from the world, and it’s when I can be more my most authentic, which is hard to do when others are around. Too often, I become competitive with whomever I am running with, and that builds a wall that doesn’t allow for camaraderie.

When I was training for the Chicago 2015 marathon, I did run with a group and met some people, but those relationships didn’t extend beyond that event. There was one woman who I really liked, but I always found reasons to bail on her when she invited me to things. I couldn’t explain why.

This winter, I started running more and more, exclusively alone. Most times, I ran at 10 a.m., after most people had gone to work, but because I had always run by myself, I didn’t see much need to venture out.

Then I got really lonely. My husband and I experienced a setback in life, and that combined with the stress of graduate school, I was breaking down. Running was helping, so I signed up for a bunch of races to keep me motivated. As I slogged through training miles, I realized that it would be nice to have some running friends. I thought about the friends I already had, and a few were runners, but we ran at different paces and distances. To find friends I could run with, I would need to cast a wider net.

There are tons of running groups in Chicago, and the most sensible place to make runner friends was to start there. However, most of them met at times when I was either at school or working my part-time job at a bakery. In fact, the bakery gig was preventing me from attending a lot of running events and forcing me to run at times when most other people are working, or often, sleeping.

Then, one day, I found a blog for a woman from my home state. She did several group runs with her local running store, which also seemed like a good way to meet people, but again not easy to do with my schedule. I was really started to dislike that bakery job, and now it seemed to be getting in the way of my goal of making running friends.

One of the classes I was in at the time was a career class, and we had to practice counseling each other about career problems. I explained to my practice therapist how I didn’t like my part-time job anymore, and she asked what could be a solution. Without thinking about it, I blurted out “Quit my job and get one at a local running store.” I hadn’t said that before, but after I couldn’t stop saying it, and that’s what I eventually did. I wanted to become part of a community and make more runner friends, and the running store was a great place to start.

From there, I was able to join one of the large marathon training groups in the city and receive coaching and a schedule for my fall marathon. I do my long runs with them every Sunday. Plus, there was all my new coworkers, people who I may not run with but I could certainly talk to about running.

With a more flexible schedule, I was finally able to start running with my neighborhood group. They had meeting for sometime, but it never worked out for me when I worked at the bakery. Now, I join them for their track workouts and meet up with some members of the group to do other runs throughout the week.

Now, I run half of my week’s workouts with people. I find that I am faster and more relaxed in my runs when I am with people, but then I still have those solo runs to unwind. I like having more runners in my life, and it gives me a chance to connect with other people who get the ups and downs of the sport in a way that my husband and non-running friends don’t.

My making running friends journey isn’t over yet, but I feel good about the progress I’ve made. I’ve had to be more vulnerable and put myself out there, but I feel like a member of the running community and that’s what I wanted.