CALL ME SNAKE

I’m not a runner. Or at least I have not run on a regular basis in more than 20 years. Yet I was asked three times in the last week if I run marathons. I even told an athletic young guy who worked at a food store that I did not run yet he insisted on asking my opinion about the durability and shelf life (or should I say street life) of running shoes. So I’m going to say it right now: I’m not a runner. I don’t do marathons. Still, I have to admit, I’d rather be mistaken for a long-distance runner than for a heroin addict. So if, after all this, you still want to call me a runner, go right ahead. But please don’t sign me up for the Boston Marathon.