i am not a runner. at my best, i'm a "swift walker".i come from people "built for comfort, not for speed"; short, rather stout, flat footed, and fur covered people. if you're picturing a human sized platypus, you're not far off. growing up, i was never the kid expected to win relay races or last more than 3 minutes in dodge ball; on my pee-wee soccer team i was "left defense", since i was built like a little dump truck and kicked like a Rockette. clearly this seems to run in our genes*.
Anyway, if there's one period of time i'd rather not run, it's 1st thing on a Monday morning. Sadly, that's how i spent this morning from 5:36 to 5:45; 1st running after "the early bus"** to no avail, and then walking the 1/4 mile downhill, to the next stop (where four other buses which also go to 34th street stop). halfway down the hill, i saw 3 of the other buses pulling in, so ran down and caught one, just in time. i collapsed in the seat, sweating a priest at the Cub Scout Jamboree and wheezing, with shin splints. by the time i got to manhattan i was cold and damp and limping and cursing my furry little teapot forebears.
what a way to start a monday.
*Squirt's nickname on her basketball and softball teams is Dead Man Walking. if you want a fly ball caught or a 3 pointer sunk from mid-court, she's your girl; if you want a base stolen or fast court action...um...try some other little girl.
**not my usual 5:59 bus, but the one right before it, which gets me to my desk by 6:45 as opposed to 7:10; one of my co-workers from my old department is out today and tomorrow, so i'm covering his desk as well as doing my usual work, so i wanted to get there early.
2 comments:
That's no way to start any day, let alone a monday.
Poor you. I hope the coffe man gave you good roast.
That was wonderfully vivid. Thank you.
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