Runner. A runner I am not.
Dictionary.com has 26 definitions of “runner.” I am none of them. Yet today, I unaccountably felt the urge to run as I was sliding into my car. It was about 5:44 pm. Early release for a teacher.
Thirty minutes later, I was dressed in running shoes and headed to my neighborhood park. I ran for less than 1/4 mile. Actually, it wasn’t so much running, as jogging. Not even jogging. I would describe my movement as a jaunty but nearly indiscernible bouncing forward while changing my weight from one leg to the other while pumping my arms energetically.
I’m not sorry I put on running shoes, even though what I did in them can hardly be described as running. It was a beautiful afternoon in the park! So many friendly faces. So many walkers/joggers with the same intention as I: to get a little more fit.
I hope I do it again tomorrow, that movement psuedo-running, that is.