Yacht rock
That was the theme given to dress up for the Chase Corporate Challenge 5k. Sadly, only Gina and I heeded the email. Granted, most of our colleagues who participated were running for time, but a little effort would have been nice.
I don’t think I’ve ever signed up for a 5k before, other than my sister’s first in Philly. I certainly haven’t been running lately. My last marathon was in 2003 and I’ve never successfully found a way back to the habit.
I wanted to show company spirit, so I agreed to walk. Half of the walkers peeled off to a bar by the ballpark less than 15 minutes into the race, but I was part of a foursome who soldiered through the August gloom and made the hour-long march.
Not being trained or used to doing much of anything standing on my own two feet for an hour at a time, I am aware of having used my body. Focused walking gets my respect as a way to be active. Sadly, slip-on Hush Puppies do not make for the most comfortable footwear for the aforementioned activity, so I’ve got some sore toesies. I also admit defeat and need to see a doctor about the chronic foot pain I’ve experienced daily for over a year now. Limping isn’t becoming. I should have soaked my tootsies tonight in Epsom salts.
On an unrelated note, today a federal judge ruled that prop 8 to ban same-sex marriage was unconstitutional. Gay hate really isn’t becoming. I’m so happy to see this issue be raised and debated within my lifetime.
As a kid growing up, I never would have dreamed that I would have the opportunity to be legally married. It’s the right thing, I just wasn’t optimistic that US society would get there. I’m proud that California is almost as open-minded as Iowa, Massachusetts and more evolved countries.
We’ve come a long way, baby.
August 5th, 2010 at 3:58 am
Oh, darling, love to your sweet feet. I hope they feel better soon and that the doc is able to sort you out. My dad was on the brink of needing foot surgery and got those Vibram Five Fingers shoes and now he doesn’t need surgery, has no more foot pain, and also threw away his cane that he used for walking for years because his back no longer hurts (and he’s had back pain since I was in college). The impulse to get the shoes came from a throw-away comment from his doc. Just offering in case Dad’s miracle story can help you, too. More love! And hooray re: Prop 8! I wonder how long it will take to repeal the BS law that got passed here in Ohio in ’04?