When you love to eat, you've got to move.

Mistakes were made

Posted by pjcloud9 on September 21, 2009

Just got back from a LONG run (half marathon training – UGH!), so plenty of time for thinking.

At one point on the run I was reflecting on my experience on the seventh grade track team.  I was thinking I may be a better runner now if I had participated more enthusiastically at that time.

As I have mentioned before, I was a thicker girl than most, not fat, just bigger, thicker.  Instead of running much, as I was not naturally gifted, I was designated a high jumper for the team.  After a few weeks of practice, I hurt my back and was unable to continue.  I found out many years later that I have some weird vertebrae thing that probably caused it.

Anyway, rather than bore myself by actually going to track practice most days after school, I spent my time hanging out/flirting with eighth grade boys in the old band room.  Practice rooms, to be specific.  (This is a theme for me, see Let’s Hear it for the Boy.  Yep, same boy.)  Yes, Mom, it is true.

I realize now that as a thirteen-year-old girl, I made some errors in judgment.  It is either good because I had fun, or bad because I did not act as an upstanding member of the track team.  Although if I had, I may have burned out on running long ago and would never be doing it now.  Let’s go with that theory.


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