As we drove to the supermarket this afternoon (instead of the beach where I really wanted to head) Jonah and Ben convinced me to give them an allowance to purchase tomorrow’s breakfast. They agreed that it wouldn’t be prudent to try and get sweets or biscuits past the checkout but other than that I was happy to be intrigued. I’ve been promised that it will be ‘in bed’ at 8am. I know people who would say “sweet as” to this.
I Stood at the finish line of a half marathon this morning. I was already sweaty and had appreciated the cheers I had earlier received so decided to give back a little, clapping people I hadn’t met before as they brought themselves through the archway which bleeps your chip and signals the end of a bloody long run. I stayed longer than I intended because it was nothing less than delightful to watch people of various lengths and berths enjoy the relief.
As I stood in a shirt my mother bought for me and pocketless shorts, I noticed an older Lady hurtle under the arch with red earphones and a blue rinse. She clearly had a few notches in her running shorts. Less than sixty seconds later a taller and equally attractive senior pounded through. He walked up to the lady, kissed her, hugged her, smiled at her and said, “One day I’ll beat you”. I imagined he has said that trielessly over the past forty three years. She smiled with that feeling you get when you touch hands with one you either love or inexplicably care for.
As I ran, I was very aware of the numbers on my wrist and how they refused to slow down in time with the muscles running the length on my calves. It bothered me less that I was overtaken a few too many times in the last kilometres than the matter of my goal being missed (and it was).
I have found a pod of people this year who have carried me over the rocks; laid their coat on the puddles; swept away the broken glass and polished my boots. I have absolutely no idea what I would have done without them and I thank Zeus for the way they have trusted me and got me out of the right side of bed.
Hours upon hours of spanking music along with bars, beaches, tea rooms, races, sons and a couple of confidant have formed a mighty conglomerate. I am as relieved as I am surprised.