Saucony's For Sale

So, as much as I think I am a runner, I truly know I am not. My hips are made for breedin’ as they say. I could probably use three sports bras and four Spanx at any given moment and I cannot pass a 70 year old runner on a good day. So, today as an overweight 60 year old man passed me, my double jogging stroller and our 100 pound Labrador retriever on my morning run, I felt a little bit like Diane Keaton on “Baby Boom.” My mom is from back East and could not get enough of this movie (apple orchards and colonial style houses, oh my) when I was growing up, so bear with me. I just laughed as I remembered Diane Keaton in her running shoes and all of the busy, important executives passing her on either side and she just could not keep up anymore. I realize that this is my fate. I cannot keep up anymore and I never really could, but what I loved about this moment is that I smiled. I was actually in some weird way happy about it. I would love to run marathons, but it is just not in my gene pool. I say I get to count my two pregnancies as my physical marathon and raising these little dudes my continuous physical, emotional, and mental marathon. Running partner, anyone?