Help me, Rhonda!

Yesterday, Liverpool, NY was rainy and generally icky.  I had problems getting Cassie out of bed to go to our Running Clinic.  She wanted to sleep in.  Well, so did I.  A barrage of personal issues made me rethink this silly desire of mine.  Overwhelmed, frustrated, grumpy, and other not so Christian feelings flooded my body.  But Cassie got out of bed and got dressed.  So there went THAT excuse to blow off running.

So, I decked myself out with my new running shoes (professionally fitted to my feet), my new running fanny pack (I don't remember what they called it, but its cool, stretchy & polka dotted), and my new handheld palm sized running water bottle and went to the park. Earlier this week, my sister asked what we'd be doing after the run 1 walk 2, 10 times and I told her I didn't know.  Now I know why I didn't know... if I knew I probably wouldn't have forced Cassie out of bed.

My coach's name is Ronda.  She is petite, quiet, and very sweet looking.  To look at her you'd think she was a pediatric nurse, not the Hitler Incarnate she truly is.  We arrive and get the news that today we will be doing our 5 minute warm up walk, a 5 minute run, then walk 2, run 2, five times.  Then she just looks at her group of overweight, middle aged lunatics, just standing in weather that would rival London, with their multiple chins touching their toes (which is something their fingers cant do), and she's..... SMILING!!!  How can this little angelic looking person be so CRUEL?  Then, as poor Jerry lays there having a heart attack and I'm certain she has just lost her last marble, she say's "Ok!  Lets go!!", turns, and starts to walk.  Peer pressure caused us all to follow.

The miracle is I did it!!!  I will admit, by the time the last 2 minute run came, the only thing that kept me going was anger.  The frustration I was feeling with my personal life just came to the forefront and I literally got pissed at everyone and everything.  Well, it might not be a good thing, but it worked!!  I may not have control over anything in my life, but confoundit, I DID have control over this!!!  I could have just walked, but I was going to beat SOMETHING!!!  I wanted to beat Rhonda, but instead I "beat" the assignment!  I'm glad I did.  If I didn't, I might have hurt Rhonda, which wouldn't have been easy, as she is a runner and I really couldn't move much at that point.

So I've found another reason to keep continue my quest to become a runner.  It will save the lives of those around me, and there are cool accessories I can spend Pitman's money on!!  I have my eye on a 5k Window Decal for my car....