Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Tuesday, 08 May 2007

“There he is”, I say.

Grasshopper nods, “Yep.  The man who runs all day.”

 

The sixty-something  guy chugs past us, oblivious as always, with his headphones playing whatever sixty-something men listen to when they run.  He’s wearing his usual spring get-up of gym shorts and a commemorative tee-shirt from some run or another.  In the winter he is in a heavy track suit, hat and scarf.  I don’t know if he has special shoes to handle the ice or not.

I don’t think it’s ageist of me to worry about him slipping on the ice and breaking a hip.  I worry about that for myself, and I’m not even forty yet.

Anyway, every day we are out waiting for the bus, rain or shine, summer or winter, wrath of the great old ones or thankfully pre-apocalyptic, he chugs past us.  As reliable as a Maytag is reputed to be.

We call him “the man who runs all day” because one day Grasshopper and I were out running errands on a weekday.  It was one of those blessed no-school days, yet we were up and about at bus time (8:00AM), ready to begin the day.  The running man was there, on schedule.  We waved at him as he passed in front of us.  He chugged on, oblivious.

We passed him on our way to the mall to pick up some things at Target, drop some stuff off at the dry cleaners, buy some things the dog needed, get the oil changed in the van.  We had lunch at the mall, splitting a plate of Chinese food from the food court.

I decide to take the alternate route home, and there he is, the running guy.  It’s after one in the afternoon, and there he is…still running.  His knobby gnarled calves churning away at the pavement like pistons in an engine…persistant, mechanical, seemingly effortless precision.

Two hours later, I have to take grasshopper to an appointment.  There’s the running guy, strolling along on his way back towards our house, not looking the least bit fatigued.  Back straight, slightly paunchy belly moving in a barely perceptible fashion with his easy breathing, bald head not particularly gleamy.

And that’s why we call him the man who runs all day.  Because “The man who runs 2/3 of the day” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

Tuesday, 08 May 2007 07:32:32 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #
Tuesday, 08 May 2007 08:46:14 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
It seems every town has one of these old guys. Halifax's runs by our front window everyday. He's an inspiration to me, as I'm a runner myself. On those lazy days when I just want to lounge about, he is there unknowingly driving to get off my arse.
Tuesday, 08 May 2007 09:07:17 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
Ranger,

I bought my new shoes for the season, and I'm chomping at the bit. I just need the all-clear from my allergy/asthma doctor and I'm so THERE!

The shoes from last season are now my knock-around shoes, and the shoes from the season before are the lawn-mowing shoes. :-)
Tuesday, 08 May 2007 11:24:51 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
He probably tests jogging shoes for Consumer Reports.
Wednesday, 09 May 2007 11:08:37 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
Funny, I got my first run in in my new pair just two days ago. Going out now for my 2nd through the wonderful park near my house that skirts the Atlantic. Beaut of a day here in Atlantic Canada....HOT!

Cheers!
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