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. 😉
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?