The Way I Like to Run

Some people like to run marathons or triathlons. This has become very popular with quite a few of my friends recently. Other people I know like to jog or hit a tread mill at a gym. Even I myself have been known to pound out a couple miles to blow off steam and/or a few calories. Yes, guilty as charged.

But, in my opinion, the best way to run is going on a run. When I was younger it meant the now famous or infamous beer run (B double E double R-U-N) or who could forget the late night Taco Bell run. I still contend that if they wanted to clean up the drunk drivers, you simply pull over anyone leaving the Taco Bell after 1AM or anyone buying those burritos in the green wrapper at the gas station. But I digress.

The best run of them all, in my opinion though, is the serendipitous treat run. What is better than sitting on the couch and hearing your wife wistfully pine out loud (just loud enough for anyone to hear) that she was in the mood for something chocolate or pecan pie-ish or like a cookie or cake. To me this is total and complete awesomeness as it does two things simultaneously. First, it satisfies the natural urge to be naughty and B. it satisfies the universal urge for treats!

Sometimes it’s just the two of us on secret sweet tryst (say that three time fast). Sometimes, it’s our whole family rebelling against convention and having a sugar infused celebration. Regardless, it’s a chance to share surreptitious giggles of solidarity against the forces of nutrition or furtive glances of delight in the shared pleasure of simple, delicious decadence.

So before I go into my sugar coma, let me admonish you thusly: if you have someone in your life that can manufacture spontaneity like that, you damn well better act on it. Life is too short, and anyway, I heard that too much green tea can give you cancer. Seriously, my friend’s brother has a friend who’s a doctor and he said so. Seriously.