All different types of people run. They come from different backgrounds and they have different motives, but the one thing they have in common is they run. I woke up this morning knowing I should run, after all the race isn't far off and I'm just not ready. So after fighting with myself for an hour in bed, I finally got up, dressed and drove to the track.
Already walking the track was an athletic woman, sporting the perfect running shorts and matching sports top. She was walking briskly and seemed very focused, until I discovered she'd stop after each lap to check on her daughter. A blond haired little girl sat on the side of the track with her backpack filled with toys. She'd stop her mom each time she made it around, and after making sure the 5 year old was safe and happy, she would continue walking. Now that's dedication.
On the inside lane was an older man -- maybe in his 70's, who was wearing what looked like a heavy sweatshirt and yet he was running around and around. He ran at least a mile while I was there and didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.
The cast of characters didn't stop there as several men about my age made their way to the track. There was one who sprinted every fourth of a mile and as I watched from behind I could have sworn I saw his heels kick his butt.
Then there was the guy who just made being there all that much easier. He was shirtless and definitely an athlete. Toned and at least from the back very attractive.
Finally there was the guy who I saw running home after his workout at the track while I, feeling all that much lazier, drove myself home.
As for myself, I don't think I'm a member of this group. I don't like running and despite going to the track, I ran very little. I tried, but I just couldn't keep going. There wasn't anything physically stopping me, and yet I couldn't make my legs move faster than a brisk walk, unless I was running the bleachers. Odd, I know, but instead of running 3 miles as I set out to do, I ran up and down the bleachers in between walking a few miles. I might not be ready for the race, but at least I got a good workout in while doing some serious people watching!
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This is really what the challenge is all about. I have learned too that I don't like running: I remember Kim saying she was jealous of our training, and I stressed that she shouldn't be. I told her it wasn't fun, like cycling is, and that she should be glad not to be doing it.
So while we have discovered that we are no runners, I'm excited to see if the dancing challenge has us feeling like dancers or non-dancers ;)
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