One of my athletes started reading this blog last week. I warned her that I rarely talk about much other than baseball cards, but she kept reading on. So I might as well add something about me.
When one of my kids needed a physical for summer camp I took them to one of those drugstores that can do this without an appointment. I found out that I needed a physical too. Since it wasn't a complete physical and nothing about it was intimate, we were all in the room together.
I've been involved in sports for all of my life and I've been a runner since high school. I've been blessed with good feet I guess. So, it didn't come as a surprise to me when the nurse told me that I could be a foot model.
I took that as a compliment for about five seconds. The sarcastic person in me immediately spun it the other way and as soon as the nurse stepped out of the room I had one thing to say to my kids. My immediate reaction was that she thought I could be a model - only from the ankle down. That is no longer a compliment and unfortunately probably a true statement.
Sadly, she's probably correct. That was never more clear than when I was asked how I met my wife during a team dinner on Friday. I mentioned that I met my wife after a race in 1988 and that she met me in 1989 at a track workout. How is that? My wife doesn't remember meeting me in 1988. One of my runners quickly retorted that why would she remember a scrawny, distance runner who didn't even with the race? She'll regret making that comment during tomorrow's practice. FYI - my wife refused to refute the athlete's thoughts on the matter.
If Al Bundy can be a model then maybe there is hope for me. But, I never scored four touchdowns in the city championship high school football game. I did exactly the opposite in freshmen football - during the few times I entered a game I never touched the ball at all. In fact in the entire season I only touched a football once in practice.
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