I admire runners. I am glued to the tv when there’s a track meet on. The Olympics is like my fix. Ever since I could remember, I’ve always been mesmerized by the human body moving in sync as it glides down a race track or just on the road effortlessly. Or at least seemingly so. Fast or slow. It’s an enjoyable sight to me. Maybe the runner might not share my sentiments.
I have tried to imitate or maybe I should say impersonate, a real runner. Lacing up running shoes bought for the occasion, stretching then heading out for a nice casual evening jog. It doesn’t take long for my trickery to be exposed. Within a couple of minutes, I am reduced to a panting gasping excuse for a runner. The thoughts swirl through my head. “I guess this is really not for everyone. It sure doesn’t feel as good and enjoyable as it looked”.
On Sunday, the Manitoba Marathon gets underway. My wife will attempt to run the half. I will choose to watch real runners ply their hobby instead of getting in their way so I will stand on the side of the road and cheer them on. They will look at me without breaking their rhythm and smile. Yes, they could still muster a smile even at mile 10! What artistry!
Ah, the art of running…too bad I’m such a poor artist. Go runners! Run!