I spent today putting on a workshop. I won’t get to run so I’ll just share a thought I had last night for you to ponder.
Do you remember running as a child?
What did running mean to you then?
I remember running through the fields of my parents farm imagining I was Steve Austin or Superman.
Back then, running was pure fun and adventure…
…hmmm
Thursday June 24, 2004 @
When I think about running as a kid, I also totally think about the bionic thing – except that as Jaime Sommers, I wasn’t attempting to run at bionic speed – I ran around in slow motion just like she did on TV. My friend Greg was Steve Austin and he slo-moed it right along side me. Looks like nothing’s changed, I still run in slow motion 
Maybe I should try the na na na na na sound effect these days to boost my confidence (and cool factor with other runners)!
Friday June 25, 2004 @
Oh my gosh–I was Superman (Superwoman?) running ten blocks to my friend’s house, “jumping” over the streets and “landing” again on the sidewalks. In my head, I could fly! I hadn’t thought about that in years.
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Thursday June 24, 2004 @
Running for me (in my white rubber boots that had a slight heel) meant I was one of Charlie’s Angles.
Bosely lived in our camper and communicated through the radio in there.
Don’t even get me started on Donny and Marie Osmond (my imaginary friends that lived in my playhouse.)