I'm Somebody!

Well, I have finally reached a benchmark in my running career today. I was on an easy 4 miler, nothing special, when two boys passed me on bicycles. I heard one yell "Yeah baby, you need to be running." Then just after they passed me, I heard the phrase every runner can look forward to. That's right, some kid finally yelled " Run, Forrest, Run!". I was absolutely elated. I've been waiting for it ever since I started running. I knew it would come eventually, it was just a matter of time. I even thought of asking Hubby to yell the magic phrase at me when he served as my water boy, but somehow that felt like cheating; it has to come from a stranger, preferably a young person. And the joke is actually on the yeller, not the yellee (meaning me) because we as runners expect it.

So I'm in the club. I truly am a runner. This ranks right up there with my first 10 mile run and my first race. I'm reminded of Steve Martin in the movie, The Jerk. He finally sees his name in the phone book, and he starts running around like a lunatic yelling, "I'm Somebody!".

Now, if I can just get someone to toss a cigarette at me from their truck...