A Fall Run

Dang.  Summer sure high tailed it out of here fast.  It’s almost hard to remember back to our warm summertime runnies when we…

Wait.  Side story.  On my Facebook profile, I proudly noted “Runnies” as one of my interests because I made up that adorable little word and have slowly convinced my running buddies to use it too.  But, remember when Facebook tried to be all smart-like and updated your interests with actual corresponding pages?  And do you know what page corresponded with Runnies?  I’ll tell you.  It’s a page for Mommies to find solace in each other because their kids are dealing (or have dealt) with the trauma of DIARRHEA.  You know, the Runs.  Or, as these Mommies fondly call it…Runnies.  So, for a squeamishly long time, one of my “interests” has been explosive CRAP.  Although I always love a good poop story (sorry, are you still reading?) I decided to remove ‘runnies’ from my interests and general running vocabulary.  But, bad habits die hard.  Anyway….back to my fall ruN (phew).

The cooler weather rushed in and these morning runs have a different feel.  Don’t fret though.  There is still Morning Peace.  There is still Drama that needs fixing.  But, now our runs start off a little hurried.  With a little more urgency.  Because we are FREEZING OUR KNEE CAPS OFF.

The sun stays snuggled up in bed for a little while longer and we have to pretend that it’s ok to be up even though the sun is STILL sleeping.  How totally unfair is that??

But, once we settle in…it’s actually pretty nice to enjoy the dark quiet.  The Morning Peace, if you will.

Our legs warm up and soon enough, that sun comes out to join us.  And once again, I’m glad I got up on this fine morning.  It feels good to move my body, clear my mind and suck in some of that fresh fall air.  We finished off our little fall run with some yoga in a random patch of grass.  It doesn’t make sense but making sense isn’t my forte.  Doesn’t Becky have nice form?  How disturbing is my headless tree pose?  Maybe it’s the Ghost of Runnies past??

Hope you are not scared off, these run(nie)s are only going to get colder. …

Mom always told me to be a good sport. That was a FAIL.

But, still.  I played.

In fact, the Hubs and I both played in a lot of sports this summer.  In other words, had a bucketload of chances to show off our undeniable dexterity and athleticism.  Coincidentally, I was nominated (by myself) MVP for all of my teams.  You know why?  Because it’s my blog and I get to do what I want.

Here is a recap for those who care, and for those who don’t, well, now would be a good time to use the restroom.

City League Coed Soccer

Don’t we look like league champions??  We are.  My apologies for picking the hottest and sunniest day to demand a post game pic.  My timing has always been spot on for awkward things like that.

IBM Coed Soccer

We don’t win much.  Or at all.  Like, not even one game the entire season.  And, that’s because we are involved in a very complex conspiracy to make the rest of the world feel better about themselves.  It’s true, I swear.

Womens City League Soccer

These ladies…Wait.  No.  Who am I kidding?  Half of them were college girls that made my creaky old knees tremble.  They were really good and I contributed nothing to our team besides scooting around in very distracting cellulite baring shorts with sweat burning my eyes.  Not my finest moment.  And sadly, not my worst.

City League 6×6 Sand Volleyball

Yes. I know.  I am the only one wearing blue.  It could be because I was the permanent sub.  Or the MVP.  Or, that my green shirt was never clean.  I can’t remember now.

IBM 3×3 Sand Volleyball

We are so bad ass.  Nothing says success like taking 3rd place out of 4 teams.

All of this sporty fun has made for a very sweaty summer.  I’ve gotta go, Laundry beckons.


A Summertime Runnies

A Morning Runnies is my favorite way to begin the day with positive intention.  It’s a Good For Your Soul thing and since it’ll be another fine summer day tomorrow, I invite YOU to join me.  As my running buddy.  Are you in?  Yes??  *claps*  That makes my heart very happy.  I think you will enjoy yourself.

A warning for when tomorrow comes: You will want to bail.  But, thall shall not bail.  That breaks The Runnies Code of Honor and any runs thereafter will fall to pieces (because all will be considered bailable).  Tornadoes or I-happen-to-be-giving-birth-right-at-this-very-moment (to babies or kidney stones) are the only acceptable excuses to bail.  Otherwise, do not.

I usually set out a clothes pile the night before so I don’t wake the Hubs while rummaging groggily through my dresser drawers.  You should do the same.  The likelihood of looking like a homeless person goes down considerably this way.

The Pile

Ok, the cell phone alarm is set.  Now, get some sleep, because the morning will come much too quickly!

<A time lapse of a few short hours, some sweet dreams and the unfortunate emergence of eye crusties>

Morning, Sunshine.  Time to wake up and sorry, there is no time for the snooze button.  So, hands off.  We’ve only got 7 minutes to pull on our clothes, smash contact lenses in (hopefully some of those crusties will shake off?), mouthwash, slap on deodorant, choose a body spray scent and head out!  Today, we are SuperModels (obviously).

the goods

We drive. Sometimes we drive downtown to the trails or to other neighborhoods, but today, it’s a nice little jaunt west to a friend’s house.

We sing softly to the radio.  We don’t talk because we need time to set our intention.  Our intention to run.  To sweat.  To connect.  To feel good about the world.  To prepare for JILL’s HILL by not thinking about JILL’s HILL.

We are here and just in time.

Our Running Buddy is waiting.  Isn’t she cute?  Good morning Becky, today I brought a friend to join us.

We head out…slowly…gently on those creaky legs of ours.  The chatter is quiet.  Courteous.  Sleepy.  We take a deep breath in and a deep breath out.  And do you feel the Peace?  The birds are singing their happy day wishes to us and our stride loosens into a comforting cadence.  Yes, the Peace is why we do this.  The Peace is the secret that the rest of the world doesn’t know about.

Morning Peace

more Morning Peace

But inevitably, The Drama. “You would NOT believe what she said to me at the baby shower, the nerve of that little snot!!” and “Oh, no she DIDDDN’T!”  (pace quickens, excessive hand motions) and “I know!  I was so ready to bring the smack down, right after I cried my eyes out in the bathroom!”.  Welcome to our Runnies Therapy.  You are automatically enrolled and your first session starts now.  Bring the drama, we will FIX IT.  You will feel better.  A lot better.  And you will be shocked out of your gourd how quickly the run goes by fixing The Drama.

Reenactment of The Drama

Today’s run is no different, we solved an inconsiderate brother in law crisis, figured out how to handle that annoying perv that so and so works with, deemed it was acceptable to wear that outrageously cute dress to The Baptism even though it was already worn to The Wedding, and we also know what to get you-know-who for their birthday.  JILL’S HILL catches us by surprise.  You forgot about it, didn’t you?  And here we are, making our way up it.

Jill's HILL

Our breath goes ragged.  Our legs burn.  We enter the No Talk Zone.  We pull strength from each other.  It’s hard work.  Really hard work.  But eventually and breathlessly, we crest it.  We take a moment to share a high five at the top and calm our pounding hearts.  That wasn’t so bad now, was it?  And now with that behind us, it’s time to head back towards home.

Before we know it, our run comes to an end.  We are back where we started, sweatier and happier.  We bid each other a good day, already better prepared to wander out into the busy chaotic churn than when we first woke.   So, give yourself a secret personal high five.  Because today you got up with me and you worked.  You fixed The Drama with me.  You shared the Morning Peace with me.  Thank you for the run, I’m a better person for it and I hope you feel the same.

Until next time, happy trails…

3×3 Sand Volleyball

Me:  Hey Justin, want to play in a casual 3×3 sand volleyball league with me and The Hubs this summer?  I already have a team name picked out for us!!

Justin:  Sure, that sounds fun.  Just as long as you don’t care if I suck.

Me:  How tall are you again?

Justin: 6′ 6″

Me:  I think you’ll be fine.