Don't be overly impressed by the sentence in which I claimed to run several miles. This is not to be in any way construed as a feat of herculean endurance. I mean, I meant it to sound that way, but it was kind of misleading. I don't really run 8 miles. What is do is somewhat less arduous. It usually goes like this:
I start walking with Pandora streaming music from my "running" station into my headphones. After about the first mile, I find that my blood's a pumpin' and so I commence to hiking. This involves some gradual assent. After the second mile or so, I realize that this is going to take all day unless I pick up the pace, so I jog a bit. Before you know it, I've got enough elevation to enjoy an inspirational vista, at which point I get some kick from the endorphins. By mile 5, I get to running for real, and I practice expanding my stride to cover the most distance for the least effort. I'm lazy that way. Before you know it, I'm back to the parking lot, and I have to go back to being Not Alone some more. I'm a huge fan of this kind of running.
The most remarkable benefits come from vigorous exercise. First, I find that I can eat a staggering amount of food with voracious appetite and no expanse of my girth. Second, is the solitude and personal reflection. This leads to the third benefit: I find that I become a pleasant person. Perhaps that's an overstatement. The truth is that I become too tired to be crabby. It's a beautiful thing. I'm all for physical exertion.
My baby sister is a Real Runner, and I very much admire her. She is this little waif of a lady with lovely Disney Princess Eyes and perfectly enviable toilette, with a big I.Q. This marvel of femininity regularly runs in excess of a marathon. She's one of those Ultra Marathoner Persons. I'd have to hate her if she weren't so great. She runs like this:
Besides how cold she must be, and how cute her hair looks in braids, I see the gigantic solitude in this photo, and that alone would be sufficient to make me want to be a runner. I'll bet she's nice to her husband and children just all the time. Wouldn't you think?
I have no pictures of myself running. I was looking through pictures just now to see if I had even a single photo of myself in action. But, no. I have pictures of myself eating. Drinking. Dancing. Kissing. Laughing. In each of these I am surrounded by people. Which makes sense I guess, because who takes a selfie when jogging? Wait, don't answer that.
Here's one of me hiking:
So, just now my sweet son just plopped down on the couch and settled in to watch me blog. He started talking to me. I lovingly interrupted him and said "Go away."
He said , "What?! Why?"
I may have glared ever so slightly, I certainly sighed heavily. "I am trying to have some alone time, here. I am Blogging. I love you. GO AWAY."
And he did. Just like that.
Maybe I don't need to resort to running after all.
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Love having you back, I've been Kelly deprived far too long.
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