Somebody went under a dock ….and there they saw a rock… but it wasn’t a rock..

Somebody went under a dock ….and there they saw a rock… but it wasn’t a rock..

The other morning the gals and I ran along — at not such an ungodly hour (5:40 a.m.) since school vacation.

And somewhere during the last mile, Stephanie yelled, “JAMIE, LOOK OUT!”

Immediately, I turned to Stephanie’s yelling self — for many times during our morning runs the Mad Morning Runners call out to each other.

“Look out, Renae… a car!”

“Look out, Stephanie…a snake!”

“Look out, Lucy…dog poop!”

“Look out, Elizabeth (or turn away very, very quickly)…Mr. Smith is walking around in his boxers again!”

But never, ever until this week did I hear…”Look out Jamie…a LOBSTER!” 

 And I looked down and there on Belmont — the curve right by the Polings– a little wee , teensy crustacean stood his ground, brandishing his right claw as King Arthur waving Excalibur on high.

“That’s a crawfish,” Lucy said matter of fact. “We used to catch them all the time on the farm.”

And with that, we were already 25 yds. from Mr. Crabs and discussing the critters we all caught as children.

Can’t get that little guy out of my mind. Here were three gargantuan women (only from his perspective, of course) charging him — and he thought GAME ON!

I could have easily trod my size 10 Saucony on his lobster-self.  Now for clarity, I only wear 10 in running shoe, 9 12/ regular shoe.

I want that. I want to stand my ground bravely (albeit, stupidly ) come what may.

Thought for today… Be BRAVE. No matter what comes trudging down the road at you…

And for a musical moment..