It’s time to exercise. We’ve had perfect weather and summer is just around the corner.

It’s time to exercise. We’ve had perfect weather and summer is just around the corner.


It’s also time to run to the dry cleaners and pick up my bathing suit.


Just kidding. However, running is what this is all about.


About two months ago, I got this wild hair about running. I have walked over the years and enjoyed walking. But as I have watched runners, or friends who ran for the cause, I noticed them lose weight, like crazy.


So I pulled out my Keds, and dusted them off. Then, I rethought. What would a runner have on their feet? I needed some real running shoes.


So I drove to the shoe store and asked the sales clerk for a new pair of shoes. He, the sales attendant, rattled off multiple questions – “Will you be walking, speed walking, brisk walking, jogging, running, 5K, 10K or long distance marathon running?”


When I glanced back at him with an empty, confused look, he continued on, with other suggestions. “Or will you be playing tennis, basketball, mountain climbing or lifting weights?”


I had no idea there were different shoes for the various athletic activities.


However, I knew I didn’t have an entire day to try on shoes, so I told him I’d be light jogging (whatever that is). He said he understood and knew exactly the right shoe (which made it worse). Is there really a shoe for light jogging?


I expected the cost to be about $40 to $50. However, it was not. I needed a bank loan.


I closed my mouth, which had dropped to the floor, got out a credit card, and bought the shoes. Before I left the store, my salesman friend recommended a second pair.


You know, I was getting tired and I hadn’t even started running.


Next, I was told that I needed an iPod. All runners have iPods – or is it iPads, I can’t remember?


Kortney called and offered an old iPod, which she had left upstairs. She told me that Josh could copy some songs on it for me.


I don’t know how to do things like that, and I hope it is legal. I told Josh to record peppy songs, like Michael Jackson and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, which he did.


Of course, the day that I set as my “begin running” day, the city decided to resurface the entire development pavement. Boy, did it stink. I was worried about getting my new shoes in the goo.


So I walked on the curb, and the grass.


After running the first block, I thought I was going to either throw up or drop my appendix – or something else – on the pavement. And I could hardly breathe.


So I walked one block, and then ran another. After a mile, I thought I had enough running and headed home.


It wasn’t until I turned the corner and saw the police machine which displays your driving speed. I don’t know if it is called a radar trailer, smart trailer or speed monitoring machine, but you know what I mean.


I didn’t really want to get in the way of the machine, or bother it, so I waited until four cars passed by.


I watched their speed come up: “35, 27, 33, and 29.” Luckily they were all under the speed limit. The street was clear, so I started running and noticed the speed machine registered “63.” I was shocked. I looked for a car. There was none.


So I took a U-turn and ran by the machine again. This time, it registered “62.”


I was ecstatic. As a beginning runner, my speed was unbelievable. In just two weeks, I was running over 60 mph, can you imagine?


The salesman was right. I really need to buy a second pair.