Two svelte girls stretch a few yards ahead of me on the path and then take off running. They bound ahead in their sleek Lycra, quickly lengthening the gap between us. One wears thin-soled fuchsia shoes. They look like Aqua-socks. “How can anyone even run in those,” I muse as the bobbing ponytails fade to pinpricks on the horizon.
As I galumph onward I rationalize: I’m really not that out of shape. Those girls only speed ahead because they are so much younger than I am.
But just seconds later I am passed again, this time by a runner who bears a striking resemblance to Santa Claus, complete with white beard, red sweatshirt and a bowl full of jelly. As he lumbers by on my left he booms a jolly hello. “He doesn’t look like he’s moving very fast,” I puzzle. “How is he passing me?” There’s only one answer: I am shuffling even more slowly than Santa Claus.
…I am guest posting over at my good friend Kim Turnage’s blog From Doing to Being today. Please hop over there and click around her place for a while. She is a deep thinker, a loving wife, mom and friend and a great nudger (she’s the one who got me started on blogging!).