On Monday morning, Jacki kissed Josh goodbye as he walked out the door, and slowly walked back to the bedroom. The usual dilemma presented itself.
I could go back to bed, she thought, staring at the lovely warm down comforter. It looked so inviting, just waiting for her to slip back in. The fall morning was so cold . . .
No! She thought, You always do this! Don’t do it! She squared her shoulders and turned towards the closet door.
I want to go running, she thought next, I really do. She hurried into her sweats and t-shirt and found her runners at the back of the closet, thinking that actually she really hated running, hated how her lungs hurt from the cold air, hated how quickly her feet felt heavy. But today it wasn’t even raining. There was no excuse.
With all the willpower she could muster, Jacki managed to propel herself out the door and walk towards the track that was down the hill from the library. The morning sun was starting to dry out the soggy leaves and puddles that seemed to be a permanent part of the landscape in the fall.
Jacki reached the track. There were three or four other joggers and a few pairs of walkers going around the track. 10 laps. That’s all I have to do. Jacki set her pace and was soon passing most of the other joggers. By lap three, she hit her stride and realized she was actually enjoying herself. Her legs felt long, her strides easy, her arms swinging in perfectly coordinated rhythm.
After seven laps, Jacki was closing the space between her and a jogger who had just joined the track. The pink jogging suit looked awfully familiar.
“Hi Verna!” panted Jacki, happy to have an excuse to slow her pace, “How are you doing?”
“Hi Jacki! I didn’t know you liked jogging.” Verna was wearing her usual bright red lipstick. Jacki smiled.
“I don’t,” said Jacki, “but if Josh takes the car to work, I can’t get to our gym and I’m too lazy to go at night. So jogging it is . . . ”
“I just do a few laps everyday while George walks Leroy,” Verna said, “I can’t walk him, he’s too strong for me.”
They jogged Jacki’s last three laps together. Jacki sat down on a spot of dry ground to stretch. Verna joined her.
“I don’t stretch enough,” Verna laughed, “I’ve never been able to touch my toes.”
“Josh always reminds me to stretch,” Jacki rolled her eyes, “Sometimes it’s so annoying to live with an athletic trainer.”
“Hmm,” said Verna sympathetically, “but at least you live with someone who is concerned about taking care of his health.”
“True,” said Jacki, “If I were the athletic trainer, I think it would be much worse. I’d probably be nagging him to go to the gym all the time.”
Verna laughed, “I used to do that, before we got Leroy.” She smiled reminiscently, “Suddenly George had to exercise, two to three times a day . . . somehow Leroy just wouldn’t obey me the way he obeyed George.” She looked so mischievous for a second that Jacki wondered if she had faked being unable to walk the dog.
“Henry is my pet,” Verna explained, “Cats don’t require walking. In fact, Henry is so anti-exercise that when I try to put my runners on, he comes over and bats his fluffy tail over my laces, making it almost impossible for me to tie my shoes without getting his tail caught.”
“What!?” Jacki laughed, “That’s hilarious!” They both got up and started the walk back to 515 Walnut Street.
“I do like exercising,” Jacki said, “I love the feeling afterward when all my muscles are warm and my senses feel a hundred times more alive.” Verna nodded.
“I just have a hard time convincing myself it’s worth it, when I’m cold and groggy in the morning,” Jacki’s tone changed to disgust, “Josh is a morning person. I don’t understand how you can be so energetic the minute you wake up.”
“George shares your feelings,” Verna laughed, “It was as huge disappointment to me when we first got married that he didn’t want to get up just 30 minutes earlier so that we could enjoy our morning breakfast together. He used to cram toast down his throat on the way out the door.”
“I’m totally like that,” Jacki laughed, “I used to take my instant oatmeal to work where they have instant hot water on the coffee machine, just so I wouldn’t have to wait for the water to boil at home. Sometimes it seems like I was ‘born to sleep’ instead of ‘born to run’.”
“Well, then I was born to bake!” said Verna, as they reached the entrance to their building, “Come on up with me and let’s have some coffee cake to balance out all that exercise.”
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