Running was never really my “thing” when I was a kid living in this small Wisconsin town. I played tennis for the most part and some other organized sports in school. Every now and again I would go for runs while between sports seasons or when I needed to get out of the house. Usually my dad would accompany me. He said it was because he liked to run, although I think it was just to be sure that I was actually running and not getting into any trouble. Well played, Dad, well played.
Anyway, back to now. I have become a runner of sorts so I had my mind set to at least 4 runs per week while on vacation. So far, so good. Good for now, as I am in my hometown and I know where I am going. We will see what happens on a little road trip in a few days. Running through my hometown has been a refreshing trip down memory lane. As I pass houses that were once inhabited by friends and may still be the home of their parents, many memories of good times growing up came flooding back.
Today while crossing the street I saw a driver that resembled a friend from high school. So deep in my thoughts that I said to myself, “His parents must have gotten a new car. Didn’t his mom have a little yellow Mazda?” Ridiculous, of course, because we are old enough to buy our own cars, and the Mazda is most likely long gone. When the car turned and I saw the personalized plates, I was brought back to present day, albeit briefly.
I have not been running a set route, just kind of going wherever the wind takes me. This morning I approached the middle school, thinking of awkward dances back in the day, followed by Park Plaza Pizza (so yummy). Crossing the street, there was the church where I was confirmed and spent many a Sunday morning and Christmas. Heading back to my parents’ house, memories came into my head of the summer when Jenifer broke her foot and consequently the theme song for our summer was “I Want to Ride my Bicycle”. There was the house that hung the Halloween costumes in the attic window, which totally freaked out Julie and I as we walked by one Friday night. I came into contact with two running groups, one of teenage boys and one of teenage girls, and for a fleeting moment I tried to recognize the kids. Do I know any of them? Of course not. I passed a few houses where I once babysat children and wondered where they all are currently living. I also thought of school teachers as I passed one of their homes. Band trips, tennis meets, homecoming, prom…
Things look a little different in my hometown but one thing is certain. LakeShore Drive is a good morning run. So if you are in the greater Beaver Dam area and see a 40ish year old with a ponytail poking out of a white hat of the next couple of weeks, please wave or beep. Or better yet, lace up your shoes to come run with me and we’ll catch up.