Tire town

We are at Tire Town in Shawnee. It is adorable. Old 50s, 60s furniture, an office/house with a porch to wait and relax on, and everything is clean but there is a layer of dust everywhere. I get quite tickled by places that look like they haven't changed in 40 years -- like going back in time. 

Running - why?

Instead of living in snark town forever I'm moving this blog in a more positive direction. I've started running. My whole life I've had running anxiety. In jr high and middle school the running for the presidential challenge (or whatever torture they inflicted) would cause me to fake sick. One day I drank milk filled with all types of grossness to make myself vomit. I was mercilessly teased by everyone around me for being fat and smelling bad.

Now when I run I have to fight the anxiety that someone is too g to yell at me from their car or make fun of me at a 5k. Amazingly the opposite has happened. At all my 5ks, at least 1 if not more super fit and skinny runner has told me good job or you go girl. At my last race there were half a dozen girls - and one guy who was booking it- who we told each other nice job.

Most importantly, on Facebook I have friends who tell me I'm awesome. I have my group that encourages me and comes to pick me up and run the last half with me when I am the last person.

So the difference are the people around me. The jerks are gone. And if the jerks show up again, I have friends who have my back.