TALES FROM THE TRAIL (AND SOMETIMES THE ROAD TOO)

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Monday, January 21, 2013

The Dark Side of a Runner. Part 1: The Back Seat

I admire so many runners.  Yet, I find it ridiculous when family or friends admire me for my running.  It’s like I want to correct them, push myself off the pedestal.  I want to shout out:  I’m a slob; I get depressed and cry when I don’t run; I prefer a blank mind; I rarely dust; I have stacks of stuff in every room.  I should spend more time with my family.  I disappoint them when I run, because I’m not there.  I disappointment them when I don’t run, because I’m not doing what helps me, what lifts me up, what defines me. 

Today I was so annoyed by the way running has defined me, I told my husband and my son I wasn’t going to run anymore.  They roared with laughter at my proclamation.  All the while, I got my running stuff together on the sly, and hid it among the stacks of folded clean clothes for tomorrow’s run. 

Yes, I say childish things like, “I’m not running anymore.”  I have an entire drawer in the kitchen dedicated to electrolytes and mountain bike reflectors that I find on the trail.  I constantly trip over the stack of running shoes next to my bed. I wash my hair based on my running schedule.  And the back seat of my truck is so messy, that before I take the boys to school, I rush out to the driveway to shove everything aside so that I can fit them and their stuff.

Today I started taking care of the back seat.  I didn’t finish the job.  But I got a good start.  This is what I saw when I opened the car door:

This is among what I found (and none of it was a surprise):  a portable hard drive, my Disneyland jacket, a running rain jacket, my old skiing coat, 1 fleece long sleeved shirt, a thick, heavy black fleece hat (that I bought when I could buy anything I wanted and was in my Russian history stage, back when running didn’t define me, but Russian history did), 2 running caps, cheap black gloves, several empty water bottles, 2 empty diet cokes, 1 unopened diet coke, at least 5 cd’s in their cases, a cd holder with around 25 cd’s in sleeves,  2 containers of sunscreen (spray on and lotion), Glide, a box with my student cards, packing tape, 2 trash bags, 2 grocery store bags, a roll of athletic tape, 2 pads of paper, a pen, and more!  And that was just the back seat! Girl

10 comments:

  1. Haaaaa. I mean. You never know when you'll need a diet coke and packing tape. Always be prepared!

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    1. Especially the diet coke! :) I have rolls of athletic tape ALL over the place. I find them in my purse, in my couch, etc., etc. LOL

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  2. LooooooL. Show us also a picture of the drawer in the kitchen dedicated to electrolytes and mountain bike reflectors please :)

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  3. Haha, my backseat clooks like that sometimes on Monday mornings. All there for a very good reason. I'd also love to see the drawer with electrolytes and reflectors. :)

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  4. At least your floors are clean. Mine looks like crap all over. I just dont care about how clean my car is as much as I do my house.. though they say its a reflection of what you house looks like I disagree.

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    1. The only reason my house isn't messier is because it's a tad bigger than my car.

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  5. I too am guilty of slobbing it up lately. There's always time for cleanup later.:) You're a great wife and mom and you will NEVER give up your passion of running no matter how hard you try.

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    1. Thanks Hank. You are so nice to write that. :)

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