Girl on the Run

This morning I was at the Girls on the Run of WNC Fall 5K… at least for a little bit. If you aren’t familiar with Girls on the Run, it’s a non-profit for 3rd through 8th grade girls that weaves training for a 5K run with fun, experience-based lessons that improve self-awareness, build a collection of positive experiences and inspire life-changing confidence through accomplishment. In short, it’s awesome. I wish a program like this were around when I was a girl. But since it wasn’t, I feel the best I can do now is volunteer and do all I can to help ensure that it stays around for other girls.

A warmer Girls on the Run Spring 5K

I arrived at the volunteer tent to check in, when an unrecognizable voice behind me asked where to put the magazines. I looked down and saw a stack of Breathe. Strange. When I worked for Breathe, I was the only one who came out to events like this. And the new Editor-in-Chief lives in Charlottesville. “Who brought these?” I asked my friend in charge. She told me… and I burst into tears. I have not involuntarily burst into tears in public in I don’t know how long. But they just started flowing and wouldn’t stop. It was humiliating. I was just glad that the woman, who I now knew was indeed my replacement, had walked away and didn’t see my hysterics.

I thought I was over losing my job. I am over losing my job. I just wasn’t expecting to see her. It’s like having a husband that leaves you only to marry a younger, prettier, blonder woman, and then running into her. And of course she was setting up shop at the tent where I was slated to volunteer. They offered to move my post, but I decided that I could handle it and wanted to be the bigger person. (Bigger than what or who, I don’t know.) So I met the new editor, who was as nice and sweet as she could be. I have nothing against her… it’s not her fault I was let go.

I was feeling better until I realized that the majority of my duty at our tent was handing out copies of Breathe. “Ooooh, what’s this?” a woman would ask.

“We’re a healthy lifestyle magazine for women,” I’d reply. “I mean they are…”

Ouch.

What was I trying to prove, really? That I was a glutton for punishment? I finally decided that I could not, in fact, handle it. For the first time (and I’m sure not the last) I made an excuse to my tentmates that had to do with Jed and hightailed it out of there.

I apologize to my fellow volunteers for flaking, but I think anyone in my position would have done the same thing. Although most people who have been in my position are fictional characters in sitcoms and “quirky” independent films.

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One thought on “Girl on the Run

  1. Hi Linds,

    Totally understandable….

    BTW, you are the bigger person…. in life….how’s that!

    Sending you, Jed and Dave hugs and kisses and wishes for a happy Chanukah..

    xxoo,

    AA

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