Having a good day. Feet don’t immediately hurt getting out of bed in the morning. Blue sky, cool temps and big plans. I’m on a roll and I haven’t even gotten started yet.
I’m at my local farmers’ market or as we locals refer to it, ” Market.” Say you went to Market everyone knows where. Not “The” Market, just Market. It works.
The morning is chilly so I slip on my jacket with the logo that proudly proclaims ” Philadelphia Marathon, 2005.” The logo is grey on a black jacket, nothing flashy. I bought it back in the old days when the marathon provided chicken soup and other refreshments to all finishers and the expo was in a tent at the start/finish line. Is soup still on the menu? Is there still a menu? I don’t know, doesn’t matter.
At market purchasing apples and a youngish adult spots behind the counter sees the logo and asks ” Did you run the marathon?”
I proudly say yes and add that I’m planning to run another one on Sunday. Heh, heh, ain’t I great or what?
He says, and I quote,” Well, pardon me for saying this but you look kinda old to run a marathon.”
The comment was not intended to be mean, just an honest observation I suppose. Two points for honesty.
We continue to talk about nothing in particular but then I move on to pick some other essentials like brownies and pears.
Looking forward to a sunny day and a long, cool run on Sunday with the wind at my back and that brownie in my pack. Kinda old? Why I oughta …
Mostly I just laugh at myself. And remember to use the episode as a reminder not to take myself or Sunday too seriously. The finish line? I’ll get there when I get there. After all, I’m kinda old. Ha!