Motion Monday

I know I promised an excellent guest writer. Alas, this guest writer did not send me his piece in time. That is to say, though the writer had a whole week to write, the guest writer chose to focus his time and energy on less exciting things. Homework. While I will not reveal any names, know that I quickly forgave him, after a stern lecture, and wrote something myself.

As I found out about this last night, I had to quickly conjure up some decent thoughts for a post. Then, it hit me: write a post about your run this morning! So, that is why I dub today, Motion Monday.

In order to allow myself time in the mornings to run, shower, and blog before my husband and children wake up, I choose to arise at the indecent time of 5 am. I quickly dress and head out to the indoor track where I exercise.

During my exercise routine, I have a wonderful mix of Hip-Hop, Rap, and NPR podcasts. I don't know whether it is a sign of old age or maturity that induces me to listen to both Nelly and Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me in the same workout. Whatever it is, picture me alternately dancing and laughing my guts out. (Yes, out loud. I know, I am one of those weirdos who listens to her ipod and laughs/sings. Old age, I tell ya.)

Listening to my podcasts provides me with a certain amount of poise and grace. While jogging, I manage the extraordinary feat of looking like I am merely walking fast while moving my legs in a jogging motion.

At the same time, I provide all the other runners/joggers with more self-confidence. I sacrifice my own self-worth by allowing all runners/joggers to pass me, even those bordering the age of 90. Don't worry, I still manage to work up a sweat.

I like to excuse my slow pace by explaining that I am gawking at the men in uniform. Yes, every morning I get to see those army/some other branch of the armed forces men workout. I will admit, they do not look nearly as sexy as Tom Hanks in Top Gun. Thus, my gaping usually turns to thoughts like "I thought only hot guys were allowed to join the army?"

In the spirit of my wonderfully polite thoughts, I think about all the resolutions soon to be broken. When I arrived today, the parking lot was practically full. Don't worry, by Friday it will be nearly empty. And, by the time February hits, I will be the lone jogger. This will allow me to jog, dance, and laugh without shame.

I hope that your morning will be as splendid as mine was.

***So, my dearest blog editor spotted a very crucial error. I meant Tom Cruise not Tom Hanks. As he said, "how could I make such a blatant error?"