To each his own

I didn’t know orange was the color of this year’s camp t-shirts when I packed my florescent orange running shirt in order to be more visible on the narrow, winding, country roads of Ardèche, France, where our camp is held. I also took that particular running shirt along because orange has always been one of my favorite colors (from the time my mom first let me pick out clothes, to the color scheme chosen for my freshman dorm room).

I was excited to win the florescent shirt by placing in the tower race in May because I had given away an identical shirt, won the previous year, to a fellow orange lover. But not everyone is partial to orange. The race sponsor told me he had got complaints about the shirt, and one of my friends said she can hardly stand to look in my direction when I’m wearing it. At least drivers can't miss me!

Gotta run…



A few weeks ago, having woke up extra early, Husband said, "lets go for a run before it gets too hot." I didn't feel like going, but to have some time together I did. I figured that after the first mile or so I would be happy to be out there. It never happened. I was miserable every step. It was a first for me. I realized that this is what my friends who only run to stay fit, or to spend time with their husband, experience all the time! Why would you do it? Fortunately, it hasn't happened again and I hope it never will.

Gotta run...