January 17th, 2007


I don't run! (or: run, baby, run!)

I have long proclaimed, with a certain amount of pride, that I only run when chased by creatures with big teeth or claws. I'm sure I ran around as a kid in games of schoolyard tag, but, in general, I didn't much like running, and my dislike of it was pretty well set in stone by my gym class experiences with running. Man, if I could go back and delete gym class from jr high and high school, I wonder if I would have re-entered my body as a physical space years earlier? Could there possibly be an environment less well-suited for encouraging less physically confident or adept students towards an orientation of lifelong activity? What a waste.

Not that I'm bitter!

Anyway, so I've proudly identified myself as someone who doesn't run, for quite a long time. So it was a little mysterious to me when, sometime in November, I just got bored walking home one night and decided that it would be faster if I ran part of the way. So, I did. And I didn't die! Bizarre.

After contemplating this experience, I cornered moominmolly for advice, since she has talked about running in a way that I found approachable. She said, in essence, "Go for it! Get good shoes."
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