My neighborhood is very runner-friendly. There are trails, rolling hills, outdoor tracks, and some not-so-rolling steep climbs. Over time, the neighborhood runners have got to know one another well enough to share “the wave” as we pass each other on our jogs.
Most of us are lions, but there’s a gazelle amongst us. Tall, lean, and graceful, the gazelle turns heads wherever he goes.
In fact, seeing him trotting around town was one of many things that made me want to be a runner. Once, my husband and I saw him a good 20KM from home, not sweating, not panting, but glistening and grinning as he passed.
One summer evening, I laced up my shoes to go for a jog.
“I’ll join you, in case it gets dark while you’re out there,” my husband said.
When we went outside, we noticed the gazelle stretching at the end of our street. We made eye contact, smiled at one another, and said hello. I assumed that would be the end of the exchange.
“Would you like to run together?” I heard from behind.
“Sure,” I replied, and the gazelle trotted forward to join us.
There wasn’t room on the sidewalk for the 3 of us to run side-by-side, so we moved into a V formation, the gazelle and me in front, my husband in behind.
“So, how long have you been running?” the gazelle asked.
“Ummm, about 2 years,” I replied, trying to gauge his pace. I didn’t want this to become a mercy-jog, so I pushed myself to match his stride.
“Very good. You run at a good pace,” he said.
My ego sufficiently stroked, I asked him how long he’d been running.
“Oh, at least 15 years, I’m not sure, really.”
“Do you race?” I asked, still beaming from the compliment.
“Yes, when I travel, I always run a marathon.”
“How many have you done?”
“75.”
“Wow. Have you ever run Boston?”
“Oh, yes, several times.”
We were starting up a hill, and I was desperately trying to save face and keep the conversation going without passing out.
“You must be really fast.”
I don’t know what that comment was supposed to accomplish, but that’s what came out of my mouth.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’m older, so qualifying times are easier in my category. But I am working towards a sub 3-hr marathon this month.”
I didn’t even know what to say. I could hear something behind me, but I was so focused on making it to the path that led back to my house that I didn’t acknowledge it.
“So, that was a crazy storm we had a few weeks ago. Did you have any damage?” I asked, at a complete loss for words.
“Oh, yes, our sump pump backed up on us. Water everywhere in our basement. You?”
“No, our house was fine.”
I don’t know why that made me feel validated, but it did. We’d left the hill behind us, and were now approaching the path.
“So, another time around the neighborhood?” he asked.
“No, we’d only planned on a 5KM tonight,” I replied. We. I hadn’t heard from my husband in at least 20 minutes. Where was he?
I turned the corner and hobble-jogged back to our house. A while later my husband arrived.
“So, how was your run with the gazelle?” he asked, disgruntedly.
“Well, he’s run 75 marathons, and is training for a sub-3hr marathon this month,” I answered.
“Good grief! He’s Ironman!”
“He really is… hey, you know what we should do tonight?” I asked.
“What?”
“We should order a huge pizza, split a bottle of wine, and watch a movie in our dry basement.”
We did just that.
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Lol loved it. I would totally do the same thing
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Thank you! 🙂
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I loved this! Your stick men are so cute, good job keeping up with the gazelle!
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Thanks, Melissa! 🙂
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Oh my goodness, this was hilarious! So happy I took the time to read this! Definitely made my day!! 🙂
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Thank you so much for stopping by! I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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I laughed, and laughed. I, too, started running out of sheer jealousy of our neighborhood gazelle, and am impressed that you could even speak while keeping up with him on the hill.
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I can assure you it wasn’t easy. Determination gets us through great obstacles. Thanks so much for reading, Bor Bor! 🙂
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So that must be what I’m missing to start running! A neighbohood gazelle… now where to find one???
p.s. love your stickmen figures!!
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Just look for the tall, skinny, graceful people float by you on the street. I can assure you I’m not one of them, LOL! 🙂
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This was hilarious to read, those images added to that too.
I wish i lived in a similar neighbourhood. I took up running earlier in the year with a friend who did few marathons in the past but thanks to the unpredictable british weather and our laziness we never continued 😩
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Thanks for reading! 🙂 Yes, I’m familiar with the unpredictable British weather. I visited 2 winters ago and can only imagine what running in sideways rain would be like!
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Trust me that is a battle in itself, so we eventually gave up. We promised ourselves that we’ll give it a go in the summer but that never transpired .. Because .. Well we hardly get any summer and when we do we savour it in ways that don’t involve running- well at least in my case 😊
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I don’t blame you – better to enjoy the lovely British summer! That said, don’t stop trying. If I can be a runner, anyone can do it. 🙂
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This is hilarious, made more so by your awesome stick figures! I would be gasping trying to speak while running uphill…good for you!
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I can assure you it wasn’t easy, FYOG! Although, the conversation was more me asking dumb questions and him doing all the talking, haha.
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What a great read! And so great you got to meet and run with the gazelle. Cannot get my mind around a sub 3-hr marathon.
Glad your basement stayed dry. Probably that same storm, the high winds blew the down pipe off of one corner of the house. Fortunately only 1 room on that corner of the house had water in the basement from the heavy rains.
Thanks for sharing. Always love your posts! 🙂
~Carl~
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Thanks, Carl! Yeah, we get some bad ones in our region, don’t we!
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Thank you for the best giggle in ages! How I’d love to write like you!
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Thank you, Natjan! And thank you for the nice compliment! 🙂
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Very interesting! I enjoyed reading it! 🙂
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Thank you for stopping by, AJ! 🙂
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