Things that make me think Wow! and things that make me think Wooooowww!

I had a better week this week as far as the running and working out routine. Run Monday (a little more than 2 miles), p90x Tuesday, run Wednesday with lil man (that was sooooo much fun), p90x Thursday and Friday, and then a goood, solid run on Saturday, completing a little under 3.5 miles. Saturday's run was really good for me. Smoked that first mile and then the last two miles I took it really slow and steady. Around 2.5 miles, a mom pushing a stroller ran past me. And I couldn't help but admire her strength. Running all on my own is tough! I mean, I'm sweating gallons (enough to fill a pool most likely) just dragging my own fat butt along that track. And here is Ms. Runner Supermom pushing a stroller with a toddler and all the toddler's gear. Toddler gear is no joke, either. They need their diaper bag with the formula, the extra wipes, the favorite toy, extra clothes, bottles, creams, hats, etc. etc. Yes, this mom captured my attention and admiration. And I could tell she ran well and ran often. She had awesome calves. If you can't tell, I'm a big fan of calves. Her pace was obviously better than mine as she ran past and looking like it took no effort at all to run and push a stroller. AMAZING! When I grow up....yeah...

Running keeps me happy

So my run took place at the big track on Fort Sam Houston. And I was actually there for car repairs and not so much to run. But car repairs take so long....why not, right? So I run. I finish my run and I head back to the shop which is about two and a half blocks away. I get to the car shop and hubba-hubba. Cute soldier men all over the place. Wowsers, right? They're going in and out of the Shoppette, looking so soldierly whilst I am here looking sweaty, frazzled, and RED. Two cuties greet me with a "hey, how are you..." So cute. I park my tired fanny on the bench right outside the door and witness something that took all the CUTE away. An elderly man, who looks about 85-ish or 90-ish, is approaching the door slowly behind the two cuties. They see him. Walk on, open the door, enter, and the door shuts with the elderly man two feet from the door. The door shuts in his face. I know this is a veteran.  Did we not just celebrate the 4th? This is someone's grandfather. Someone's father. Someone's loved one. Someone who probably saw more battles and wars than those two not-so-cute, young soldiers. I jump off my bench and open the dang door for the man. Common courtesy, people. Or is it not that common anymore? He was right behind them and they saw him. It seemed  like they saw him, rushed to the door, and forgot about him. NOT cool. 

Anywho. Short rant. Happy running people! Let's make it a good week!