In our neighborhood there are basically two routes we run. Route 1 has more shade and less hills, but every now and then I feel the need for a fix from Route 2. That's where my cheerleaders are.
Over the canal bridge, past the two magnificent gardens that I covet, and up a little ways is the senior center. The street that passes in front is dotted with park benches, each filled by three or four mémés and papis. As I run in front of their benches, it seems as if each one has a message for me. Perching forward on their canes, they say:
"Allez ! Keep going!"
"Enjoy it while you're young!"
"Du courage !"
"Attention ! You need to be careful in this heat."
The last time I ran this route, one of the mémés was feeling particularly spunky and stuck her cane out as a barrier as I came her way. As I made the little detour, she just giggled and said, "I made her go further!"
Without my glasses I don't recognize their faces, but I suspect she may be the same woman who waved her hand to motion me across the street today and then said, "Run an extra meter for me!" Already done, my dear.
Thanks for the fix, Route 2. A bientôt.
6 comments:
what a great story! I love the mental-sight of these cheerleaders.
It is a great story. Nice to have a cheerleading section. LOVE the photo.
Kari, the photo is classic!
Sounds like an ornery bunch. They're jealous of your youth, huh? Little do they know that you truly would run the extra meter for any of them, and without being asked.
i see legs like that everywhere . . . :) glad you have some fun cheerleaders :)
Love this story! I always enjoy your blog :).
Love it :) Happy running...run an extra meter for me too :)
Love ya,
Kate
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