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In addition to strength training, I’ve gotten back into running.
For a lot of reasons, I always run on the indoor track at the Y. Running on the indoor track has its benefits: A climate-controlled atmosphere with no hills. And no dogs. But it also has its downsides: A climate-controlled atmosphere with no hills. And other people.
I never used to think of myself as high-maintenance, but running on the track has certainly made me wonder. I’m often kind of annoyed by my “track mates” — the people who walk three abreast without leaving room for others to pass.
The person who treats the lanes as mere suggestions and roams from one to the other without looking to see if anyone is coming. The (thankfully rare) person who walks in the direction opposite the others!
I was running on the track sometime last month doing a slow simmer in addition to my slow mile. Why was I so irritated anyway? I mean, really, what was the big deal? And it dawned on me — the indoor track is kind of a metaphor for my life.
I definitely have a lot more to say about this, but I’m going to stop here and pick up in a day or two.
To be continued...
Marie Cinti lives with her husband and two children in Penfield. A former college academic advisor and school counselor, she is passionate about community service and blogs about life in Penfield, books, events, and more. She enjoys reading, writing, cooking, and geocaching. If you have an idea for her blog, please email Marie at sfinkels@rochester.rr.com.
