I was reading one of the blogs I stalk this morning. It is written by my cousin's wife--she is amazing! Three children, energy, and she does everything I should but don't do. She has decided to run a marathon. Today's blog she mentioned something about her form and it reminded me of something.
When I was in college, I was home for summer or a weekend or something. Anyway, Andrea was going out running and I said I would go with her. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate the out of doors and I can't run to save my life. We started out and after about twenty jogged steps, I heard cackling. I stopped and turned around. Andrea was literally rolling on the ground in the middle of the road laughing. I asked what it was. She said I ran in a really funny way. I don't remember the particulars, but it was funny. I can't run--but then, I never really tried either. So many athletic genes in the family, I'm sure if I had give something any amount of effort, I would have done well at something at least.