Lady and the Tramp

This morning, I woke up at 6am and had an amazing run. It was all thanks to this somewhat pudgy middle-aged lady walk-running the same route as me.

I saw her ahead of me as I was running (I alternate with walking). As I passed, I said, "Good morning," and she responded curtly and somewhat rudely (seriously, the youth are not the problem in this society). I ran past, hair streaming behind me (as much as hair in a ponytail can stream). After a while, I switched to walking and then I heard Lady pounding away behind me. She jogged past me. I looked at her as she ran ahead of me and thought, "You will never be able to hold your head up high again if you let this Lady overtake you."

I'm a healthy 19 year old! I'm virile! These are my best years!

As you may (or probably not) know, I am doing the Couch to 5k program which involves levels and different timed intervals of walk-running. Usually, I follow it to the letter but this morning I put my foot down. Instead of completing my walking interval, I quickly transitioned to a brisk jog.

For a while, I kept pace with Lady because I thought it would be incredibly awkward if I passed her. But then I remembered how curtly she had responded to my overwhelmingly friendly greeting (maybe it was too overwhelming?) so I hastened and overtook that bitch.

I ran until I couldn't see her anymore (yes, I looked back regularly to check for my arch nemesis) and then started walking again. But that was when I heard the rubbish truck behind me. I thought my entire run was ruined (I think it would be slightly uncomfortable to run abreast to a rubbish truck) but somehow I found the strength in my lactically-acidic legs (yes, I made that term up) to keep running.

Before I knew it, I was home and could enjoy a well deserved hot cross bun.

This blog post is stupid. I'm the tramp.

J