I always say that I am built more like a furniture-mover than a marathoner, and the idea of running without someone chasing you and trying to hurt you has always been inconceivable to me. But recently, my walks at the gym haven’t tired me out quite the way I’m used to, and so I’ve thrown in a bit of running just to make sure I really do come home completely exhausted and ready to settle down with a book (otherwise, I’m apt to spend my entire day popping up and doing small chores all around the house out of sheer energy). When trying to run I sort of feel like I want to throw up, but I’ve been told “you get used to that.” Riiiiiiight. On the way home from the gym the other morning I passed a runner on the road and I found myself thinking “Way to go! Keep it up!” instead of my usual “Hmm, you know, if I swerve a bit to the right I could take a whole lot of crazy out of the gene pool.” Apparently some thing are changing . . . though I was still thoroughly disgusted by the petite blonde who was racing away on my left in the gym this morning. I’m more understanding of running, but I’m not nuts!
Erin
Alan Schmierer