...baby, we were born to run! ~Bruce Springsteen
I'm so a tramp.
It's something I've been working on for years and I feel like I'm finally mastering the profession.
Nice thing is, I think I've got company: The Professeur, St Theresa, and the Beautiful Version of Julia Child, might be pretty trampy too.
See the proper definition of tramp is:
1. to tread or walk with a firm, heavy, resounding step; or
2. to walk steadily; march; trudge
And that is exactly what I do when I run. Especially over long distances, and definitely when I'm running 10K around a dark city on a Friday night in the rain with 4000 other nut cases. Including my 3 other possible tramps.
Good thing for me running shoes have evolved over the years so my tramping isn't quite as noisy as it used to be and my knees haven't been destroyed by my trudging.
Good thing too BVJC has an iPod so she could sing songs from Alvin and the Chipmunks as we steadily ran the 10K route. Who knew the Chipmunks singing "Witch Doctor" could be so inspiring?
Good thing The Professeur lives near the race route so as soon as we finished we could celebrate with hot showers and margaritas.
Nice thing too that Sportacus, The Professeur's husband, is fabulous with a grill and a bottle opener so my tired heavy legs could rest and recharge while we discussed the mystery of why French signatures are mini art works rather than the jumble of letters in cursive we Anglo-phones know and love.
You know, I'm going to fight to make being trampy a good honest thing again. I'm going to give it my all to see that being tramps like us is a noble endeavor. Some thing to aspire to.
Well, at least until Alvin, Simon and Theodore release a Springsteen cover album. Then I'm going to have to make a choice between remaining a tramp or becoming part of a Flock of Seagulls.