By Debbie Kaufman
These Boots Were Made for Walking. Do you remember that song? Nancy Sinatra first made it famous in 1966 and it’s considered by some to be one of the top 15 classic rock songs of all times. Most of my generation can call to mind the the chorus lines: These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do, one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. It’s such a classic song of empowerment for a woman done wrong, and like a lot of oldies, but goodies, it stays in your head to pop out at the oddest times.
But this post isn’t about boots, or some man doing me wrong, as you might have guessed from my picture. No boots for me, just some new running shoes. Yesterday, during my before-the-crack-of-dawn run, my subconscious dredged up another of those classic, catchy tunes of my youth. Keep reading and you’ll see what a wicked sense of humor my subconscious mind has….
I’ve been working on a running program call the Couch-to-5K, a great program for those of us with more experience with the TV remote (or the computer keyboard in my case) than exercise. After many stops and starts, and no, I won’t tell you how many, I’ve finally gotten out of a complete week one and into week two. (Mostly thanks to my new “zero” running shoes from NewSole Running. Thanks, Dave!)
So yesterday, I’m heading down the roadway, and since it’s a Sunday, it’s only me, the road, the barking dogs, running in the dark. Okay, running and walking, but I’m doing it. I got over halfway through my run and I finally felt successful, one of those “I can do this moments.” Keep in mind that I was moving at a pathetically slow run pace that I gratefully alternated with walking, but I was making progress. And then it happened, the lyrics to another classic song started running through my brain. Do you remember Roger Miller (and later Dean Martin) singing King of the Road? If I’d had the extra breath to laugh, I would have. My brain had dredged up a song about a hobo with nothing really to show for himself proclaiming that he was king of the road.
Just goes to show you that it’s all about perspective because, at that moment, I did feel like the king of the road. I had made it to week two, I was running each sequence without skipping, and I knew I could keep going. Good thing too, because I run/walk my first 5 K this weekend.
The songs we grew up with are funny things. The music and the lyrics implant themselves in our brains only to surprise us when we least expect it. Do you have a song like that?
Just for fun, I’ll leave you with Roger Miller and his 60’s hit, King of the Road.