SPRINT!

Sprint!


It is a glorious morning, sunny, about eighty degrees with a soft breeze. I stop at the park to do my somewhat daily walk when I am on my second lap. I have passed all of the old farts (yes, even with my baby stroller in tow) and the lady with her hands in the air, listening to her "Praise Jesus" music. I round the corner and notice that six more people have entered the trail. I think to myself "damn, six more people to pass", when it hits me. When did this become a competition? Why do I feel the need to pass these people out for a morning stroll? I realize that my life has become this sprint to get to the end. I am in a hurry to do everything these days. I remember a time when I used to go for a run and listen to Fruit Cakes by Jimmy Buffett. I would skip and "bee bop" down the road not caring that I looked like a complete moron. And… it was FUN! I haven't actually heard a song on my Ipod and I decide that I am going to do my last lap slow and "bee bop" my way around the pond. I see a person in front of me and my pace picks up a bit. Then a little dragon fly flies by and I notice the seventh graders over at the school football field out for their morning practice. They are doing lunges back and forth on the twenty yard line and I think "man, it sucks to be them"! I slow down and actually hear Nick Lachey singing and my thoughts drift to sucking his luscious bottom lip (oops, rambling a little bit, sorry). I realize that when I was actually fit, exercising was fun! Now that I am unfit, it has become this tireless sprint that seems to get me nowhere. I laugh to myself and promise to suck on my husband's juicy bottom lip later. I pick up the pace once more… if I hurry up and finish I can go and get donuts just a little bit sooner!


By the way…I passed four out of the six people that were in front of me, but five more got on the trail! Donuts anyone????