I wasn't able to participate in many blog linkups during marathon training. Between training recaps, product reviews, the book club, and Wednesday Word, I had plenty of topics to write about. I have to admit that I missed just writing about random stuff. I like the linkups that give bloggers a prompt--it's kind of fun for me to see where my thoughts go. Now that marathon training is over, I get to let the mind flow. So watch out!
This week the #FitDish team of Jill Conyers and Jessica Joy came up with a blog prompt that really intrigued me:
What is your workout Alter Ego?
I have to admit that the #FitDish gave me a challenge. I've never thought about having an alter ego, especially as an athlete. I've never modeled myself after anyone famous or notable. Truthfully, I don't have much of an ego. If anything at all, I lean more towards insecurity. An alter ego? Who has an alter ego? Not me. After doing some research, it's clear that I'm missing out on something!
I learned that there are a lot of famous fictional alter egos. Clark Kent has Superman. Bruce Ward has Batman. Elvis has Elvis. A character within a character, The Big Lebowski abides...the Dude (Jeff Bridges). I'm sure you can think of many others.
Plenty of celebrities have alter egos. Beyonce has Sasha Fierce. Eminem is the Slim Shady. Kiss--a heavy metal costumed band from the 80s (I always thought they were odd)--well, they all have their alter egos. Miley Cyrus, while she's tried to move away from her alter ego Hannah Montana, will forever be linked to her. I have no idea what her alter ego is now. Detroit Lions' Calvin Johnson is Megatron. Pretty much every wrestler on WWE has an alter ego. And what about that guy, The Situation, from the reality TV show Jersey Shore? Not that I've ever seen the show. But I have seen his abs. Probably his only redeeming quality.
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Thanks to Ilsa at www.enduranceonthemind.com for this picture!
For better or for worse....
If you read my blog regularly, you've probably seen me joke a lot about being Mrs. Kravitz when I'm out on my runs. In case you don't know who she is, Gladys Kravitz was the nosy neighbor on the 60s TV show, Bewitched. Mrs. Kravitz was always watching the Stevens' house for odd behavior, and since Samantha Stevens was a witch (albeit a good one), there were plenty of situations for Mrs. Kravitz to talk about.
Yep. I admit it. I'm Gladys Kravitz. A running Gladys Kravitz.
The majority of my runs are done in my neighborhood and I've become fairly observant while on the run. It's not that I'm nosy or anything. I mean, let's face it, running the same routes can get pretty mundane. We've lived in the same house for 18 years and I've become pretty familiar with the neighbors' patterns and routines. I notice things. Odd things. Out of the routine things. I know when people are on vacation. I know when they are sleeping, I know when they're awake....oh wait, that's Santa. On garbage day, I can tell who had a party last weekend. And I wasn't invited.
There is a difference though.
While the fictional Mrs. Kravitz causes a lot of trouble for the Stevens', my inner Mrs. Kravitz tries to be helpful. Last summer, I was on a training run and came upon a cyclist laying in the road, a victim of a hit and run. While comforting the cyclist and waiting for the paramedics, I asked him if he got a good look at the car that hit him. I knew from his description of the car that he was hit by our maniac newspaper deliveryman. I had multiple close calls with the guy myself while running. The police initially downplayed my hunch (after all, what would I know?), but one of my other neighbors saw the guy earlier that morning with a smashed windshield, still delivering papers. Eventually, the guy was arrested. But not right away. After the incident, while I was out running, I observed him still delivering newspapers but in a different car.
Come on, man! I called the paper to complain. Isn't that what Mrs. Kravitz would do? WWMKD?
Recently, I saw a story on the news about a house fire on the street behind me. As I headed out for my morning run, I made a detour down the street where I came upon news trucks from every Chicago news station. The reporters flagged me down, and I was interviewed for the story. You can see that interview here. By the way, I just want to point out that the reporter in this video called me a runner, not a jogger! Hey, curious minds want to know...
My neighborhood runs take me through the parks. I've called the police on homeless people sleeping on picnic tables and on kids who should be in school but are on a bench, getting high. I've called to check on neighbors whose cars were all home when they are usually at work. I've closed garage doors of friends whose kids left them open. Waved my fist at the jerks who can't stop at the crosswalks or stop signs. Always keeping an eye on that creepy guy with the fluffy little dog who likes to hang out around the grade school.
Not everything I see is serious though...I smiled to myself the first time I saw a second car parked in the driveway of the widower who often greets me on my runs. I get to greet all the new puppies being walked by their owners. And there's always the funny things I see laying in the road, especially on a weekend run. Condoms anyone? I'm still trying to figure that one out--do you do the deed and then just fling the evidence out the window?
Most of the time when I'm running, I don't see anything at all. A lot of my runs are done in the "zone" and I don't notice things. But when I do, I try to use my inner Gladys Kravitz for good. Wouldn't it be nice if we all looked out for each other?
Maybe being Gladys Kravitz isn't the most exciting alter ego, but maybe it isn't the worst. And it's all I've got. I probably need to get a life.
Do you have an alter ego? If you don't, what would it be? Be sure to head over to the #FitSwitch to see what alter egos are out there!