The other day I was at my brother's house and I casually mentioned that I was "running now". He gave me a plaintive look, placed one hand on his shoulder and the other at the end of his hip and shook his head. It's our unspoken way of saying, "We are descendants of the People With Exceptionally Long Torsos and under very few circumstances should we ever run." I just sighed and nodded.

It is true, I have an unusually long torso and short legs. When I sit down I look like I should be much taller when I stand up but, alas, I am not. Being "long waisted", which is the PC term for my affliction, never really bothers me except for when I buy pants or bathing suits or overalls or leotards or shirts and when I run. YES run! Think about it; my short little legs have to propel a much longer & heavier torso than most people of my height. I should have a special category when I run. You know split up those long legged runner types & us long torso'd rock chucker types.

Anyhow, kicked the shit outta 5 miles yesterday. Pretty proud of that. It sucked ALL the way out and only part of the way back. I almost enjoy the IDEA of running home. I tell you when I can SEE the end it's like Christmas morning with an Easy Bake Oven AND a Snoopy Snow Cone Machine under the tree! Of course Christmas morning with sweat dripping down my butt crack but then again the idea of Christmas with my family does make me break out into a sweat.

Remember way back when I said that when I passed other running people they didn't smile or say good morning? Well I figured out why. Well BESIDES the acute pain and loss of breath. It's the official "running person's" greeting. Yeah like when you see two motorcycles pass each other and they do that low secret fist out to the side thing that they think us schlubs in cars can't see? Runners just sort of look each other up & down and think to themselves  "I'm runner farther/faster/harder than you!" It's true. Or at least that's what I believe to be true as I'm running but whose to say what I'm actually thinking because the loss of oxygen to my brain, because it's too busy focusing on my short limbs, makes me think crazy things.