The day started off so well.
I went out with the running group this morning – Superwoman takes a group of beginners out on a Thursday morning, and I go bananas when I’m home all day, so I go too -
Today I ran with a girl who wanted to get as far as she could around the bay. She was sure she couldn’t get the whole way around. I was determined she would.
Watching her was inspiring. She hurt, and she wanted nothing more than to stop. With about 1.5km to go, she said ‘Kate, I’m tiring. I need to stop’. I actually grabbed her arm told her we were going to slow down, but keep running, and that it would be ok. It was. She didn’t die (though she nearly threw up), and she made it the whole way around.
We stopped where we started. It was incredible to see her push so hard, and it’s a moment I’ll keep with me when it hurts next weekend.
Shut up and eat a cookie
Earlier today, after I called the postman a f***wit, made a complaint at the post office, and tried very hard to restrain myself from backing the car into two people washing their car in the middle of our tiny carpark (forcing me to do a 26 point turn to escape – and then park again), Mr The Rake offered me a ragey cookie.
A ragey cookie is a subway cookie that you give to someone who is raging out and needs to calm the f*** down. True story.
I was home all day. You can imagine my frustration when I received a missed delivery slip instead of my actual delivery. Even better – this is what had to lug home from the post office:
Musings from the Rakish Man
A little earlier today, Mr The Rake put his head through the crack in the door and said in a low, hoarse voice
I’m just going out for a minute
Where are you going?
I am going to first choice (liquor) because it is real warm and we do not have a bottle of Pimms.
Then he closed the door, peered at me for a minute through the crack, and scuttled away.
Later, I joined in the drinking festivities and drowned my sorrows with an afternoon vodka.
I asked Mr The Rake today why he wouldn’t exercise with me. And that it used to make him happy. He was quick to respond with
I have my cup, my pimms and a bendy straw. What more could I want? I guess what I’m saying is – you’re wrong.
Then he managed to fit the entire bendy straw in his mouth and went silent for some time.
That run. I didn’t get in my few km at goal pace, but who cares? This is what running is about, and I was thrilled for her.
What drives you to drink?
When have you seen someone do something inspiring in an every-day situation?
When was the last time you needed a ragey cookie?