“You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape my love. — Enrique Iglesias
Something strange happened yesterday… I mean, I know I’m the Kikay Runner, but aside from all three of you readers, the general public doesn’t know it either. So why I just couldn’t escape talking about running yesterday was very entertaining. Let me start from the beginning…
I got two of my friends, Bianca and Jenny, to start running at Bonifacio High Street. They’ve both been feeling unfit and fat, so to start them off slow we ran/walked around BHS three times. (I was there earlier and got some running done ahead of their workout.) So of course while we were running, we of course talked about running: the plan for the evening’s run, how often we were going to do this, some rewards after completing a month or two of running, etc.
Bianca and I had a friend’s birthday party to attend at Manor in Eastwood. I drove us first to her house so we could freshen up. When Bianca’s mom opened the door and saw me, she told me, “I just opened my Facebook account and read all about your running.”
When Bianca and I got to Manor, we met some new friends. One of them in particular opened the topic of running out of nowhere. “So, do you run? What’s the longest distance you’ve run?”
Anyway, Bianca and I snuck off to meet another friend who was DJ-ing in Manor that night. He asked us where we’d come from and when Bianca said I’d given her and Jenny a running clinic, his face lit up and he asked whether we were running Century and what distance. Turns out, he runs 6km every day before he steps behind his turntable.
Right before we left, Bianca and I ran into Mr. F, who was very surprised to see me out clubbing. Hey, a Kikay Runner’s got to kick back sometimes — and apparently other runners did the same thing yesterday.
Don’t get me wrong, I love talking about running. It’s just that somehow, yesterday, running was running after me. Ü