On running …
This morning I put perfume on before I ran. And I don’t know why. I don’t run into anyone running because, for the time being, I’m back to running on the treadmill, mainly because I can’t handle the heat and humidity, but also because, in order to take the heat and humidity, I’d have to wear shorts and a tank top, and that coupled with the fact that I impulsively break out with run/walk interpretive dances of sorts, or a full-on air guitar … well some things are just best kept in the privacy of one’s own home.
So, I’m not sure why I impulsively applied perfume, but I do know that, even though I didn’t look like her, I did run smelling like Jennifer Aniston (my favorite summer fragrance, by the way). I ran like a flowery breeze. And it was good.
Anyway, it’s been a while since my last running update. The 5K went well. It was fun, and I met my goal of running the entire distance without walking. I’m looking to schedule another 5K for the fall. Keeping something on the calendar will keep me trucking.
While you’re here, I wanted to share with you an email I received before the 5K, in response to the Thankful post.
“I just read your blog entry about running. Just wanted to tell you that it touched me very deeply. I loved to run. Love Love Loved it. I ran track and cross country in high school and it was my passion. The end of my sophomore year of high school I was in a car accident that left me paralyzed and requiring the use of a wheelchair. I cried. A lot. Not because I wasn’t going to walk again. But because I would never run again. I just wanted you to know from one runner to another … I loved the post! And kick some serious butt in that 5K this week!”
Thankfulness was already in the forefront of my mind, but she just pushed it on home for me. I can easily get caught up in the swirling of the world and life, that I take for granted the blessings right in front of me. So I ran that 5K.
I ran because I could.
There are so many things I don’t do when I could. Standing there on the sidelines, watching, wondering, and wandering, waiting for something … a sign, permission? I don’t know.
What I do know is that I have legs that for now work, so I will run, and walk some too. And maybe I’ll add some lipstick along with the perfume next time, just because I can.
Go and do, friends. Go and do.