thanks, coach

Dear Kate –

This morning, I jogged the lower lake path three times without stopping. Now, you and I both know the lake is small and my pace is slow. But without your coaching and encouragement, it wouldn’t have happened. Oh, yeah, and your handing me the “Run Your Butt Off!” book when I was in Florida didn’t hurt, either. ๐Ÿ˜‰

You know, it wasn’t the scientific side of that book that drew me in. It was the photo gallery of women who looked a lot like me–age, stage and all–before and after. Something tells me more than one of us stopped moving faster than a rapid walk in early high school. Which is why, along with the dog, I had Carla-Thompson-at-13 with me yesterday when we huffed up that last hill. For freshman year was before I had learned the fine art of talking Coach Fred Hanna out of my actually dressing for phys ed class. And the football field at Seymour High School was formidable on a fall morning between Home Ec and Algebra.

Call it overflow from my Olympics viewing. Call it self-therapy-at-sixty-plus. Call it personal coaching at its most personal. But I’m thinking a big ol’ bunch of us are sheltering some scared or hurt kid from our past who carries a can’t in their head. And the idea I have one less of those today than I did yesterday makes me smile.

Wonder what’s after the after?

Love,

Mom

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8 Responses to “thanks, coach”

  1. I would love to do something like this Carla, but I’m in no shape to exercise.

  2. I love this…..hits pretty close to home! I’m not up to running; but for 4-1/2 years now, I’ve walked 3-4 miles five days a week. That’s something “my younger self” would never have thought to do. Who says turning late-50, early-60 you can’t start something new.

  3. I would love to be able to do this…..and did for years. Dr. told be (before total ankle replacement) that I pounded my ankle into the pavement way too many miles and for too many years. Can’t do it anymore. Now it is a stationary bike and we all know……that goes no where. Remembering my good high school friend, Carla Thompson, this is not something I would have expected from her. Knowing my good friend, Carla Thompson Carwile, doesn’t surprise me at all. You go girl.

    • Doris – funny, but being a basketball manager and washing towels doesn’t have the impact on ankles that being on the court does. I was so envious of you girls.
      ๐Ÿ˜‰

  4. Carla, I walk solo. Marvin doesn’t like that 5:30 a.m. start time. ๐Ÿ™‚ Living in the country doesn’t have many neighbors that will walk with me either.

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