survival of the fit

this week greg, his mom, his brother, and his brother's girlfriend ran races. as i was the one holding the camera, it is clear that either i finished my run well ahead of greg... or i was merely a spectator. and i think i'm fooling no one by presenting you with those two possibilities. having spectated at so many races after having joined up with this family, i always think that perhaps one day i will run... despite all of my (poor) excuses... 'it's just not in my genes'... 'i have exercise-induced asthma' (barely)... 'i spent an entire year jogging and never got beyond two miles'... etc. etc. etc. i feel like i should make some bold claim right here on veralouie, like 'i will run a marathon next year' (that was not a bold claim, it was just an example of one!)... but i just don't trust myself enough to follow through. not that i can't follow through with anything... i can follow through on many ideas, goals, etc... but running for miles... without being chased as food...or, alternatively, chasing down food... the two reasons we developed such an ability... it's something i have such a hard time making my mind and body comply with... so i'm not saying i won't run a marathon next year... or even a 5k... i'm just letting you know that holding your breath is not a good idea in this case.