[Discussing my dad’s high school marathon team] Dad: They went running every morning. At like 5 am they would get up and go for a 10K. I tried to go with them once…
Mom bursts out laughing, continues to do so for 5 minutes while we stare at her: I’ve known your high school self as a smoker and a drinker, but never a runner.
Dad: Well now you’re just being insulting. The one time I went with them I ran 4K, but it was so painful that I couldn’t even eat breakfast afterwards.
Mom tears up
CT: Why that’s the distance Mom ran today, and she’s 29 [age has been changed to compliment my mom]
Dad: I ran it a lot faster than Mom does, believe me.
Mom: Oh come now, I run 1K in less than 8 minutes! I don’t believe you could do it in less.
Dad winks at her: Depends who’s chasing me.
Ladies and oranges, having been privy to a good deal of my parents’ stories about their lives, I am a firm believer that sometimes the past would do good to remain buried.
Live long and prosper \V/
The Mostly Confused Teenager.
PS: So many things to say, it’s been too long and I have missed TMCT. But first and foremost, RIP Leonard Nimoy.