I fear my mind sometimes can only operate on one track. Right now, A and I are in the middle of
organizing another distance relay team and one could (and A would) say that I’ve
been a wee bit obsessed.
This past month, I’ve been overly preoccupied with
recruiting runners for our team. I
desperately wanted a friend of mine to join, she being one half of a great couple
who would be fun to spend a sweaty, woodsy weekend with. When I asked her, she politely declined
because, “Surprise! We’re having a baby!”
My mind said, “Fuck!” but luckily my mouth managed to squeak
out a thin, “Congratulations! Guess you
don’t want to run pregnant, huh?”
I read an article this morning about a woman who was
training for a half marathon. After a
ten-miler, she experienced severe back pain she attributed to typical post-run soreness. It was worse the next day so she went to the emergency
room where she promptly gave birth to a six and a half pound baby, despite
never gaining weight (yea running!) and her husband’s vasectomy. The article doesn’t say whether he is a
runner too, but you can draw your own conclusion.
I had half a mind to email the article to the expecting couple, but
thought that might be a little pathological.
And fortunately it’s unnecessary since A, who has been decidedly more
laidback about this whole process, has found some great people
to round out our team. So it looks like,
as of now, we are a fully manned crew (touch wood).
Now if only my strange back pain would go away. I jest!
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