So there are these young guys at the hostel who got up early this morning (before 4am) to go running — in order to see how it would feel to be up at that hour. Are you laughing uproariously too? Now, of course, there is nothing wrong with getting up to run at 4am, and nothing wrong practicing running in race conditions. In fact, there’s everything right with that. It’s just that it was so funny they were so excited about it. And so obvious they didn’t have young children. I’ve been getting up early here because I want to spend as much time as possible sitting around the breakfast table, drinking coffee, talking with folks, and reading the news. These are things that I can’t make happen at home with a 3 year-old. I’ll run when the sun is out and I’m well-caffinated, thank you. I almost felt badly when I got invited along for the 4am festivities and I said “NO!” before Young Guy #1 finished asking. I tried to explain that I already knew what it was like to be outside in the cold when I was tired, (Thanks NOLS job. www.nols.edu) but the guy just looked dissatisfied. I also have avoided night training runs while I’ve been here. Up all night, check. (Thanks, little son.) Same with running in the rain. I’ll stay in high spirits if I get caught in a downpour, but I’m not going to choose to start in bad weather if I can wait it out. Another sign I’m turning into a little old lady.
The mother in me almost burst forth yesterday when I saw Young Guy #2 and Young Guy #3 sitting around outside with their shirts off sunning themselves. I wanted squirt and ounce of SPF 30 sunscreen on each of them and then lecture them about skin cancer. They escaped when I was distracted by free cantaloupe.
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