I just decided that, at my ripe old age, why would I do something I don’t want to do? I mean, really, isn’t that the point of being an adult? You get to finally do what you want to do, not what somebody else tells you to do (well, most of the time, at least)?
And this running thing, how hard did I actually try? Let’s see: I ran with the kids exactly four times. Four Friday afternoons. Not a lot, admittedly. But I took it as a sign that when stuff came up (Stuff like the BC teachers’ job action. Stuff like Spring Break. Stuff like my mom’s stroke.) and I was unable to run, inside I was thrilled to not have to run. Inside I rejoiced loud and long.
So I just stopped going to the Friday runs. I didn’t even tell any of the other teachers who run with the kids. I simply didn’t show up – and nobody said anything to me. So either nobody really cared whether or not I showed up, or else they did care and were so pissed at me that they didn’t even want to talk to me about it … or maybe the numbers of kids running was dwindling too, so not as many adults runners were needed to help supervise the kids as they ran around the neighbourhood. In any case, it didn’t seem to be a problem that I wasn’t running any more.
And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that decision. I tried it (okay, pretty half-heartedly, but still!), and I didn’t like it. O – kay.
Funny – this same scenario played itself out many years ago when I thought that I wanted to learn to ski. All the cool kids were skiing, and I wanted to join them. So a girlfriend and I signed up for Sunday morning lessons on one of the local Vancouver mountains. There were six lessons in the set, and by the third one, I realized that this skiing thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For one thing, it was cold! I don’t do well in the cold, and now that I think about it, I probably didn’t have proper clothing for the cold. (I probably thought that long underwear would make me look fat or something.) For another thing, I am slightly pigeon-toed, so keeping my skis straight enough to actually glide on the snow was a lot harder for me than for most other people. I ended up falling a lot, and that was frustrating.
So when I completed the six lessons that I’d paid for, I never went skiing again. And I was happy. I was glad that I’d tried it, but it turned out to not be for me. However, the après-ski scene – well, that’s certainly something that IS for me! Really, who needs to ski when there’s après-ski?