This is not really a running post, but it’s related and made my day.
Women’s Running magazine arrived in my letter box yesterday. This is the third edition that I have received since I subscribed. I read it cover to cover. The articles are encouraging and positive (although this month there is a big spread on running while pregnant, don’t think I will need that one hehe). I love the magazine; it really is a good read.
As I flipped through I spotted a regular feature. A random runner is photographed at a recent fun run. The caption asks Is this you? If it is you, you win a pair of running shoes! It wasn’t me BUT it was someone from the Launceston Women’s 5k Run/Walk held just recently. I was so excited, Tasmania often gets forgotten in national publications. I took a photo of the page and uploaded it to facebook with the caption Do you know this lady? I wanted to find her. I love reading this magazine but I realise that not everyone does so I just wanted to give her a little hand to claim her prize. Then I thought I could find her name by looking up the run results, she had her bib number clearly displayed (sometimes I’m just a little slow and not just with running). I did that and then typed her name into facebook. AND there she was AND she is a mutual friend of three of my friends. I’m getting seriously excited now. I sent her a message and for good measure shared the photo with one of our mutual friends.
I went for a run after work last night. It’s school holidays and son #1 is home but with lots of shifts at the supermarket where he works as a casual. He was finishing an hour after me so I decided to take my running gear and go for a run while I waited. After the run there I was zooming around the supermarket getting a few groceries still in my fetching running gear of black skins and oh so bright orange running hoodie. Hi vis, one of my pet hates is when road runners / cyclists DON’T wear it, so I have to lead by example. So there I am zooming around and my smart phone goes buzz buzz, I look down, I see it is a message from the shoe lady. I found her! It’s the little things that make me happy. Yay!
Son #1 caught up with me (what a brave boy to be seen associated with a women in her late 40s running around the supermarket in above mentioned attired) and I said Guess WHAT??? In his monotone voice with eye rolling, he said you just did a 10k run. No, no, I reply, I found the shoe lady! But I did just do a 7k run but I’m more excited about finding the shoe lady. Son #1 actually smiled. Nice. After two older daughters (brown-eyed daughter #1 and blondie daughter #1) I struggle with this teenage minimalist’s approach to maternal communication. Just after he moved into the city for school I was worried that he wasn’t happy. So I say to him: on a scale of 1 to 10 how excited and happy are you about being in town? Son #1 replies with the straightest of emotionless faces, in the most deadpan of tones Nine. NINE! Love it when my kids are happy and obviously LOVE finding the winners of competitions. I hope this spurs Shoe Lady on to keep running.
Happy running 🙂