Longtime readers will recall my recent rant about the closing of the nearby track.
I got a number of responses. Write to the administration. Talk to them. Rally the public to build another track.
The problem: These would require communicating with people. As a bitter recluse, this violates my credo. My credo being, “A Medium Chocolate Frosty a Day Keeps the Lack of a Medium Chocolate Frosty Away.” Whatever.
So what to do?
The answer came to me halfway through “17 Again,” the movie in which you are to suspend your disbelief to the extent that you believe Zack Efron grew up to be Matthew Perry (Mo had left for work and the tv clicker was across the room on the couch, making it impossible to change channels).
As Zack (Matthew?) untapes his dork friend from the toilet (yes, about $100 of duct tape wasted for this scene. How many sad, old running shoes could have been saved with this?) I realize what I have to do.
I wake up early. I have 10 Boosts left over from the weekend. A 2-liter bottle of A&W Root Beer (caffeine no good in these situations). And my old Kryptonite bike lock.
I’m going to lock myself to the track fence. A futile gesture, but a way to bring awareness to the plight of the neighborhood runner and the gluten-free Rwandan children.
Just a simple act of civil disobedience. A statement that this place is important. Worth taking a stand for. Or at least a sit for. (my knees still hurt from last week’s race.) A great cause is worthy of great sacrifice, no?
I stuff everything into my running bag and walk out the door.
Then I realize.
Schools are on spring break this week.
I unpack, lock myself to my chair in the living room, pop open a Boost and click around to see if that Zack Ephron movie is showing again.
Civil disobedience is easier if you have a comfy chair …