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I Saw You First

I did a 5k on Saturday . . . the second one of the season . . . I am so out of shape it’s not even funny . . .

But I started the race . . . and I finished the race . . . one step at a time . . .

And, like always, about half way through the race I thought to myself . . .

“Why the hell do I do this to myself?”

“I don’t even like doing these things!”

“Isn’t there a statute of limitations on doing these stupid things in Prince Charming’s memory?”

Then I hear a voice tell me . . .

“No.  There is no statute of limitations on your love for him, so yea you keep doing them as long as you have breath in your body and you can walk.”

“Walking is good for your blood pressure, your cholesterol, your weight, your bones . . . ”

“You know he’d be here doing this with you if he could.”

And then when I thought I didn’t want to do another race ever again . . . I heard this song on my iPod . . .

 

It was the song playing when we walked into the restaurant on our first “adult” date . . . when it gets to the part where John sings “everybody was looking, but I saw you first” Prince Charming turned and looked at me with that mischievous smile and the devilish twinkle in his eye . . .

“Damn you, Bowman, you always know just how to get me to smile and stop bitching about something . . . ”

So now I’m looking at race schedules . . . .

 

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