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Another run
with Ethan. I like partners who are
always ready and malleable to the way things have to be. We started the day with a 5-hour kayak trip,
then a bike ride… At 5:30, I asked him
if he wanted to run.
“Well,
yah.”
“I was
thinking we should do that this evening.”
“Did you
want to do that before or after supper?”
Supper had just been called one minute earlier.
“Well, I
guess before.” Of course before because
we can’t run on full stomachs.
We ran a
short run—20 minutes out. I kept up and we
chit chatted all the time about everything from running shoes to divorce to
Napoleon to the US Medical system. Who
says war, famine, and disease are bad things?
I’m not
sure if Ethan noticed, but near the end, I began to sprint. He was running
alongside until I insisted that he run as fast as he can. Yes, I still cannot run quickly. It’s still true that the only person I can
beat in a sprint race is me.
I’ve been
told that people don’t want to ‘cover’ me during a game of Ultimate Frisbee
only once. The reason was only because I
run ALL THE TIME. I don’t run fast, just
consistently. I run into the most
trouble when I am up against people who can not only sprint, but also run most
of the time (rather than laze around on the laurels).
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