Now that I’m no longer on a tropical island, Mondays seem a lot more daunting.
Without the sand between my toes, life is just a little…blah. A lot blah, actually. But really, can you blame me?
Of course, there’s really no reason for me to dread a Monday, besides the general hopelessness of it all; school’s out for summer, I don’t have a job (Pathetic? Yes.), nothing really bad happens on Mondays… But they are so far away from Saturdays. They’re just hopeless. Ah, well. It is what it is. If not Mondays, there would be Tuesdays. There’s always something, isn’t there?
Since I firmly believe Mondays should be as pain-free as possible, I am including a video of my sister’s very painful weekend marathon, so we can all sit around in front of our computer screens and be thankful it isn’t us panting through 26.2 miles with a dead iPod™.
That’s right, my friends—her iPod™ died three songs into her marathon. That’s not even an entire mile’s worth of music. She did have her cell phone with her, so she texted me and I was able to switch mine with hers, but we weren’t able to meet up until mile 23. That’s a lot of hours to be jogging with no music; I’m pretty sure I would have quit. Or died.
Anyway, when we finally met up, she didn’t want to expel the energy to run toward me at the sideline of the race course {can you blame her?}, so I ran right along with her as we were making the iPod™ switch. I probably only ran 50 paces, but it was exhausting—just listen to how breathless I am in this video clip:
And also, did you see how perky she looked at 00:53? I can guarantee that if I had been jogging for more than three hours STRAIGHT—and been awake since 4 a.m.—with no functioning iPod™, I would not have been smiling; I probably would have been growling. Viciously.
I know I made a fool of myself, but my sister said later that my pep talk really helped buoy her spirits when she needed it most. Maybe she was lying—probably she was—but even still, I like to think that I played at least a small roll in her grand success. I mean, it’s nice to feel needed. It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice. There is no “I” in “TEAM.” (Thank you, high school motivational posters, for sending me out into the world with a complete repertoire of useless clichés—I still can’t divide fractions, but I know that if at first I don’t succeed, I should try until I do.)
So there you have it, friends. My sister ran a marathon—second in her life (plus one half one). Though I never aspire to such great heights, I nevertheless think it’s an amazing feat to have achieved.
[But I’m still glad it’s not me who’s sore today.]
Happy Monday!
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