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I Was Runnin’


November 9th, 2005

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RunningI wanted to get healthy, so I started running everywhere.  I mean everywhere.  I run from my bedroom to the bathroom.   I run from my car into the office.  

Unlike Forrest Gump though, I’ve taken the time to shave and bathe.  People still don’t hang around me though.  I think they’re starting to get annoyed when I say, “race you to the bathroom,” and dart off.

Unfortunately, running is not something I enjoy doing.  Surprisingly it’s a hassle.  I try to set aside some time everyday to run, but I often don’t have the two hours it takes to get into my wind resistant spandex suit.  

There’s no doubt that I look great when I run with my socks on the outside of my spandex and my headband on, but I just don’t enjoy it.  

Of course I broke my leg a little bit ago, so maybe that has something to do with it.  I wasn’t even running when it happened.  I jumped up when I found out about a “Fraggle Rock” marathon.  I leapt into the air with excitement only to watched my tibia burst through my skin as I landed.  I got very weak and the smell of almonds filled the air.  

This constant pain could be part of my distaste for running, but I’m not sure.  

I think it might have something to do with the fact that I could stop at any moment, but don’t.  I’m wheezing along, barely running with my arms flopping to my side, and I keep thinking to myself, “Why am I doing this?”  I could make this pain stop instantly, but I don’t.   Running for any distance is simply a debate within yourself.  

The two angels duke it out, but these angels aren’t the good and bad angels on your shoulder.  These are the lazy and slightly more lazy angel that try to figure out how long you have to run.  

It’s basically a barometer of how much work you need to do to avoid being pulled out of your house with a giant crane that gets in when they rip down a wall in your bedroom.

I just can’t hack it.  I hate running.  Maybe I could do it if I was the Terminator and could analyze life forms as I go, but who knows?

I guess that’s what separates the boys from the women.  So, I’ll continue to forge ahead running, and maybe someday I’ll be able to make it around the block without stopping for a fifteen minute break.

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