Nuts anyone?

For brief moments in my life, I think I’m a little nuts; one such moment occurred a little less than a year ago.

It was New Year’s Eve 2006. The sun had gone down on what had been a beautiful day and while most others in the City were readying for a memorable night on the town, my wife Gloria was lacing up her running shoes and I was covering my nipples with band-aids.

We had signed up for our first ever “Resolution Run” put off by a local running store. The event consisted of a 5-K run at five o’clock in the evening followed by refreshments and door prizes during an in-store reception afterwards. At about the 3-K mark, I decided I was a little nuts and loving every minute of it.

Runners just want to be out there – times of day, weather conditions and family commitments have little impact on our decision about where and when to run. We long for the perfect run, effortless and easy, and we chase our way to the end, reveling in the foot-strikes we leave behind us. On this night, our technical tees are our tuxedos, the sweat on our brows the champagne – we can celebrate too – we’re nuts and we wouldn’t change a thing.

And as crazy as I can be about running, I couldn’t help but notice that most of our Running Club has signed up for this year’s “Resolution Run”.

Welcome to the nut house.