The Saturday Run-Down

It was a dark and stormy morning. Our little running group for this particular Saturday had been whittled down to three runners. As each of the three remaining runners awoke to the sounds of rain whipping against the windows, each thought the same thing: "Crap! Are you serious? It's cold, wet, and dark. Must I get up and battle the elements?"

To further complicate the matter, one of the remaining three runners (me), added the thought, "I think I am going to throw up." It was not the thought of running in the cold, wet weather that prompted such a thought. It was my stomach, which was making its own objections to the run well known to me at that particular moment. Under the circumstances, I was forced to call Carol and let her know that there was a serious risk of me throwing up all over everyone's shoes. We concurred that it was best for me to stay home. (I have a track record of throwing up on people's shoes; just ask my grade one teacher, Mrs. Verkerke.)

So, truth be told, I cannot report about what actually happened on this Saturday morning run. I was tucked back into bed. But I can report that two truly committed Go Girl Runners--Carol and Joanne--headed out into the storm to run. Carol and Joanne, we salute you for your commitment to running! Today, you demonstrated the power of the group to get us running even in bad weather and a heartiness that I am sure stems from courage and dedication and not from insanity. You guys are truly awesome!