The Daily Tannenbaum

3.1 miles to glory

May 1, 2008 · 23 Comments

This coming Saturday, I’m running in a 5K race.  It starts on the West side of the Hudson River, crosses the Mid-Hudson bridge, and lands at the YMCA.  It’s my first race since breaking my ankle.  I didn’t want to do it alone, and since I didn’t think any of my kickball posse would be interested, I convinced Birmingham to do it.   I figured a little goal-setting would get him used to the idea of planning for the future.  You know, for the next girl who dates him.

“Now that I can run for 10 minutes on my bad ankle, I think I’m going to do the YMCA bridge run again this year.”

“Cool, I’ll watch again.”

“No, I want you to do it with me this year.”

“…”

“The first year, you watched because you weren’t ready, and the next year, you didn’t do it because Penelope did it with me. But this year you have plenty of warning, and I don’t think Penelope’s interested, so you have to do it.”

“Well what’s it for?”

“For the sake of it.”

“I mean, who gets the money?”

“It’s not for charity.”

“So why are we doing it?”

“For fun!”

“So why am I doing it?”

“Because you’re being punished.”

Should be a good time!  I might even gather up some old sweatshirts so we can throw them away, and I’ll encourage Birmingham to get water from the people on the sidelines.  It’s not every day that a random stranger just hands you a cup of water, after all.  And because I’m not all mean, I promised I’d buy him pancakes if he finished.  I might even pre-buy the pancakes and hold them out with a stick in front of him, but that just seems mean.  I’ll get right on it, then.

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