Before there were "The Penguin Chronicles" a friend and I, Lee Alsbrook, wrote a column called "The Recess Bell" for a local newspaper. This is one of those early columns.
December has always been a strange time of year for me. In addition to the holidays, my birthday is in December and so this month has become a watershed in my year and in my life. This was the month that society granted me important permissions. In December I became old enough to drive, old enough to get married, old enough to vote, and old enough to drink. I also got my induction notice in December.
As a child, though, December could be summed up with one word:?Toys! My definition of a toy was fairly simple. If I could play with it, it was a toy. One year, my cousin and I both got full football uniforms with helmets and pads. We played some monumental one-on-one football that year. Those uniforms were toys.
I don't remember when exactly, but at some point I stopped getting toys as presents. In fact, at some point I stopped getting gifts that I wanted and started getting gifts that I needed. I always thought that gifts should only be things you want, not things you need. If you need it, well, you NEED it, right? It shouldn't count as a gift.
Looking back, I can see that, as my life evolved, what I wanted and what I needed changed. But probably the biggest change in what I wanted, and what I thought I needed, occurred when I became a runner. As a runner, the line between wanting and needing became hard to distinguish. As a runner, some of the gifts began once again to look a lot like toys. And getting toys is MUCH more fun than getting things that you need.
One of the toys on my list this year is a pair of shoes. No, I don't NEED shoes, but I WANT shoes. Not regular shoes, obviously. Not the kind of shoes that require polishing. Not shoes that are a part of my professional uniform. The toys I want have grid technology or gel or air pockets. I want toys with medial support. I want toys that cushion and stabilize and control.
More importantly, I want shoes/toys that will make me faster than I am. If they can't REALLY make me faster, I want some that make me FEEL faster. This year my toy list inlcudes clothes. Oh, I used to HATE getting clothes. I hated getting shirts and sweaters--no matter how well intentioned the thought. (My grandmother used to spend months knitting us sweaters.) Somehow, the gift of clothes always seemed to be too adult for me.
But this year I WANT shirts. I want toys that keep me warm in the winter and keep me cool in the summer. Not T-shirts please. I 've got enough race T-shirts to clothe a small army. No, I want toys that wick and layer. Give me toys made from materials that sound like chemicals. Give me polypropylene!!
This year, I'm asking for underwear and socks. Can you imagine? Underwear and socks as toys! If someone had given me underwear and socks before I was a runner I would never have forgiven them. But now I want toys that go 1,000 miles and are double layered or that are ultra thin and won't make me blister.
I want underwear that wicks and protects and won't make me chafe! What struck me as I began to assemble my list of wants and needs was that I had returned to my youth. I was asking for, and I had the hope of getting, toys.?Gifts that I can use when I play. My shoes and socks and underwear have become items in my toy chest.
And I realized that in this December, as I creep without shame towards the half-century mark, I am really going backwards in time. I am going forward to the past. Not only is my body getting younger as I age, but my spirit is as well. This December I get a little older, but I'm not growing up.
So for me, and I hope for you, even if running does nothing more than bring back the joy of getting [and giving] gifts, that will be enough. Even if there are no other benefits, I will still put on my toys everyday and play with them.
Happy holidays. And waddle on, friends.
Through his popular monthly column in Runner's World magazine, his break-through first book The Courage to Start and his best selling No Need for Speed, John "the Penguin" Bingham has inspired hundreds of thousands of men and women to run for fun, fitness and self-affirmation. His book, Marathoning for Mortals, co-authored by Coach Jenny Hadfield, revolutionized long-distance running and walking. With their latest book Running for Mortals, John and Jenny bring the joy of running to everyone. Click here?for John's training plans.