I am not a runner. Gym was my least favourite class in school. The only B I ever got in high school was in gym, and that’s because my A+ in the health/classroom portion offset my C-minus physical abilities.
Middle age seems to be agreeing with me, though, because I actually had a great time at the Army Run yesterday. It was a gorgeous day, clear and sunny and crisp along the canal. Thousands of other runners were there, which was inspiring and really made me feel like I was part of something big.
Most of all, I made it, and it was GOOD.
I managed to run-one-minute, walk-one-minute most of the time, and I finished my 5K in 39:35 — that’s less than 40 minutes, baby. I’m pretty proud. Yesterday I wore my little “you did it!” dog tags around the house all day. Because I’m a survivor.
Also, I am totally ignoring the 70-year-old man who power walked along with me the whole way and ended up finishing about five minutes ahead of me. Kind of made me wonder why I bothered to run the race, you know?
My favourite conversations from the run:
One lady to her friend: You’re doing great! We’re almost there!
Other lady: STOP LYING TO ME.
10-year-old Girl to her Mother: Mom, we can’t keep stopping like this! We have to keep running, it’s a RUN. I’m not going to wait for you any more!
Mom [panting]: Just. One. More. Minute.
Man to his young son: You’re doing great, kiddo. Oh hey, a garage sale! Let’s just pull over for a sec!
Son: I’m going to say that to you in two hours when you’re at 20K in the half marathon.
In other news, Gal Smiley turns five years old today! It feels a little anti-climatic, since she already had her big party, so I’ve already been through all the hand-wringing and dirge singing about MAH BABY GROWING UP. In fact, we’ve had kind of a hard week around here with her — a few potty issues, continued finger sucking, a refusal to eat breakfast unless spoon fed — so I’m kind of hoping for a little maturity now that we’re the big FIVE. Fingers crossed.
This morning we gave her our present, which was “REAL LIVE” walkie-talkies, and she was very happy. This afternoon I was able to lie around on the couch for 15 minutes while Gal Smiley went upstairs, and then I used the walkie-talkies to explain to her how to get Little Miss Sunshine up from her nap and out of her crib.
I’m thinking the walkie-talkies could be the dawn of a whole new era I like to call, “Parenting from the Couch.” Next up, remote diaper changing!