There’s a white guy who lives in my neighborhood. I don’t know his name. I don’t know where he works. However, I do know his job must have pretty good hours. I know this, because I see him many times a week, while I am leaving or going to work. Whenever I see him, he is either jogging, or riding a bike. We call him, “the sporty guy.” The Sporty Guy seems to be in good shape, and he seems to really like exercising. He does it often enough. I can’t help but wonder whether, if I had his dream job (I like imagining), if that is how I would spend my gloat-worthy free time. Running?
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So, cut back to today. It’s 6:00 am.
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My wife is out…
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Running.
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I hate running. I really do. It hurts. In middle school, when we were tested every six weeks in P.E., part of the test was running a mile. We were given 12 minutes to complete it. I failed. Every time. Fat kids finished before me. (I was as thin as a rail in middle school. It was baffling, really). To this day, I don’t think I have run a mile in less than 12 minutes.
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Not that I haven’t tried. There have been a couple of times in the past year that Ferial and I tried to start running…to no avail. It’s quite hard to get motivated at 6:00 am, especially when the alternative is another half-hour of sleep. Also, the last time we tried to start, it was still a bit too cold out. The cold hurt as my out of shape lungs begged for oxygen, from the thin cool air.
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Our last attempt was over a month ago. Then yesterday, she surprised me and said “So, I’ve been thinking (always a dangerous phrase).” She followed that up with “I’d like to go running tomorrow morning.” I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking straight… She then said that I didn’t have to come if I didn’t want to….(that’s a trick, right?)
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Anyway, when she got up this morning, she asked me if I wanted to come.
Ummm….do I want to? Certainly not… Am I going to??
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Perhaps someday soon. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it this morning. I’d like to, though. You see, I want to be in better shape. I want to be strong. I want to have endurance. I would like to be more like The Sporty Guy.
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Today, though…I’m more like The Blogging Guy.
