PUMPED!

Through the morning fog and mist I ran like the wind, well more like a soft breeze…oh, Ok, I’ll be honest here…it was more like a slight draft, but hey, I was moving… for almost all of my usual 2.5 km. Route. I did have to walk past the three houses along the way, for who wants to see my babies flying north, south and every direction in between. It felt good. I felt exhilarated, ecstatic, so super fine. I was pumped! I have never been able to run, even in my twenties, so for me, now 50+, this was a big accomplishment.

When I got home hubby had coffee and the morning paper waiting (no he didn’t meet me at the door with nothing on but an apron and a smile) and the promise of an hour of quiet togetherness reading the latest news. All was good in my little corner of the world…until I read the headline in Section A, page 6:
“Teacher’s career ends with a 65 km. run home”. This teacher decides to celebrate his retirement from teaching by running home after his last teaching day, a mere 65 km, no less. I started to feel the air slowly deflate from my balloon.

A short time later, I looked out my front window to see our 70+ neighbor strutting past our house on his daily 5 km walk. Here is a man that makes this journey, at a pretty good clip, every day. Heat, rain, snow, sleet nor a fidget winter wind can keep this man from his daily trek. Amazing…or crazy, maybe, but here goes the rest of the air from my balloon…oh well…off to practice my belly dancing. Who knows, maybe I’ll excel at dance and become the next Susan Boyle super star. Just watch me!