Confessions of a Wanna-Be Runner

27 10 2010

I’ve been running for a few weeks now.  Normally I go with my neighbor.  But she has relatives in town.  So tonight it was all me.

During my run I was fretting about the age difference between my children and me.  I was focusing on the need to eat healthier.  What should I really be ingesting to give myself the energy to keep up with PJ and Little Dude?  I was contemplating asking a friend who I know is a few years older than me, but has kids the same age as mine.  Then I had the following thought… what if I just started to feed my kids more junk?  Instead of trying to keep up with them, I could try to slow them down with crappy food.  I keep hearing about childhood obesity and sedentary kids maybe that is what I should be going for.

As I was considering this evil and therefore likely to succeed plan I realized my mouth was getting dry and nasty.  I needed to spit.  These days nothing cheers me up when running more than spitting.  Good form, nice distance, no splashback.  My body might not make you immediately think “athlete” but my spitting ability is pure jock.

Proud of myself I continued to run and ponder if spitting was just too disgusting to blog about.  The sun was quickly setting on what had been a very breezy, cool day.  I reached the top of a hill, looked to my left and there was a girl in a bikini standing at the top of a waterfall having her picture taken by a guy who definitely was NOT a professional photographer.  I stared as I ran by.  Really there was no point in not staring.  Clearly these were not people who worried about privacy.  And because I had nothing else to think about I went back and forth between judging them (“What are they thinking?”) and judging myself (“Why are you so judgmental?  Maybe they are just getting in a few last shots and they actually know what they are doing.  And why do you care anyway?”)

The rest of my loop was downhill and I quickly (relative terms here, people) arrived at the playground where my husband and kids were hanging out.  I asked PJ if she wanted to do the final loop with me.  I loaded her in the baby jogger and we set off to do the small, inner loop that takes me past the bottom of the waterfall.  But then I had an idea, I could make a right turn and do a longer loop and go past the top of the waterfall again.  I’m a voyeur by nature and I just had to look.

The sun was now below the horizon, it was fully dusk.  Even if the photographer had professional lighting equipment, he would have called it a day.  But not this couple because sure ‘nough, they were still there.  Piper turned around in the stroller looking back and forth at them and then me and saying something that I couldn’t hear because of my ipod.  I imagine she was complaining, “You said it was too cold for me to wear sandals, and she is only wearing a bathing suit.”

To the girl in the bikini and the boy taking her picture, thank you.  Because of you I ran farther today than I planned.  Instead of feeling bad about being old and tired, I felt grateful to be mature and wise.  Instead of listening to the sound of my own ragged breath, I could hear myself chuckling all the way back to the car.

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5 responses

27 10 2010
Lori

Oh my gosh, I love this post. For many reasons. I haven’t run in over a month (maybe even two?!), but this makes me want to get back to it.

28 10 2010
Megan, Cameron and Samuel

hahaha!
Ugh, I need to get back into a running routine! Next time you see bikini lady tell her there’s a cool water fall in Durham (which will be a lie) so that I will also have motivation to run.

28 10 2010
Christine

Very funny! You. write. good.

28 10 2010
fricknfracks

*snort* You make me kinda of want to start running. Or maybe just start eating crap.

29 10 2010
claudia

This almost – *ALMOST*- makes me want to run 🙂

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