Day 845: Running

It’s a running tradition, in this blog, for me to write about yesterday.

Yesterday, when I was walking — not running — to work, my iPhone camera ran on its own, and took this photo:


Running at the bottom of that inadvertent photo are my current running shoes.

Because of the way my mind runs, my thoughts are now running back to my first pair of running shoes.

In the 1980s, a Boston-based show — Spenser: for Hire (based on a running series of successful detective/mystery books by Robert Parker) — was running weekly on television. One day, word ran through the Boston running community that the show wanted runners for an episode featuring a running of the Boston Marathon. Because my then-boyfriend (and future husband and the father of my son Aaron) was running marathons then, he received this information and ran it by me. I then went running to a store to buy my first pair of running shoes, hoping  I’d be running my way into an appearance on TV.

The day they were shooting that running (and shooting) scene,  I walked over to the Spenser: for Hire running location, which was about a half-mile away from where  we lived, as the crow runs (or flies). The reason I did not run over — and the reason I had never owned a pair of running shoes before —  was this: I’d  had —  since the age of 10 — fixed-rate cardiac pacemakers, which never ran faster or slower than a single rate. With a heart that ran 72 beats a minute every minute (even if I were running as fast as I could), I wasn’t doing much running, in my life.

Is my 1980’s running story running okay, so far?

Running back to that day of the running scene for Spenser: for Hire, the aspiring runners — including non-runner me  — were all hired as extras for the running scene. My excitement was running high — maybe I’d soon be seen running in a running scene on TV!

To film the marathon running scene that day, we ran  up and down a hill many times, as the cameras were running. To the experienced runners, this was a walk in the park. To me and my heart running on only 72 beats a minute, it was like running straight up a mountain.

I’d like to run ahead, now, in my running storytelling, to several weeks after we were running up and down that Boston hill for Spenser: for Hire. When that running episode ran in TV, guess who was shown running on the screen, right near Spenser?

I shall run by you, now, my running theory about why the people running the cameras and that show ran a close-up of me, rather than dozens of other runners. Unlike the real runners,  I looked as tired as if I’d been running, running, running a real marathon.

Because that episode is running on YouTube,* I’ll run that scene by you here, so you can make some running commentary about my TV running, if you choose.

If you run to the 2:17 mark in that running opening scene, you’ll see me running in  a red t-shirt and my first pair of running shoes.

Running back to the present, here’s what I just found, running all over the kitchen:


Those are the baggies of cat food my boyfriend Michael left out overnight for our neighbor, Karen, who will be running upstairs, later today, after I leave for a weekend get-away in New Hampshire with my friend Barbara. Why did Michael leave out those baggies of cat food? Because he left last night to help out his brother, who runs a catering business and who is running a wedding today.

To continue a running cat gag I first started in a previous mysterious post, I shall now ask you which cat you think perpetrated the crime.  In other words, who was running on top of the kitchen table in the middle of the night and running his teeth through the baggies until the cat food was running all over the floor?

Was it this cat?


Or was it this cat?

Or perhaps it was both cats, running amok.

I just ran over to add an update to Michael’s instructions to Karen:


In case you want a running song running here in this post, here’s “It Keeps You Runnin'” by the Doobie Brothers:

The “it” that keeps somebody running in that song is … what?

My running belief is that “it” is:

  • Worry,
  • Fear, and
  • Anxiety about connection.

No matter what keeps us running, I’ve got to run, now, to my get-away weekend in New Hampshire!

Running thanks to Spenser: for Hire; to The Doobie Brothers; to running shoes, boyfriends, cats, and neighbors; and to you — of course! — for running by here, today.


* As I’m checking this post today, that Spenser: for Hire episode, “Original Sin,” is not running on YouTube.  Maybe it’s available elsewhere on the web?

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37 thoughts on “Day 845: Running

  1. I saw you and recognised you before I found the timing clue! What a lovely record.

  2. Can I have your autograph??!! That is super cool Ann – don’t forget us little people! ❤
    Diana xo

  3. I used to watch that show.

  4. Another winner, Ann! Your running commentary on your life is fun to read. Seeing the bitten Baggies reminds me of something I learned recently: cats can and do get into people’s medications if they are left out on the counter or in a Baggie. A woman I know was visiting friends and had her pills in a Baggie on her night table. She came into the room to find the Baggie bitten open and pills on the floor, some missing, the cat ate some and had to be rushed to the animal hospital for a lengthy and expensive stay. Most people meds are toxic to animals. Sorry my reply runs to anxiety today, but better safe than sorry!

    • I appreciate your running concern and thoughtfulness, and now some of us will be less likely to need a run to the veterinarian!

  5. Lovely major network debut, Ann. Of course, I am assuming it’s your debut. The fact that you held this gem of an appearance back until Day 845 has this thought running through my head: What else ain’t she telling us? 🙂

    Enjoy your getaway weekend. If anybody asks me, I won’t say, “She went that-a-way.” I won’t point to your blog, either. I think everybody’s entitled to run away for a weekend, especially you, especially this weekend.

  6. I’m sure I saw you on there when the show first ran, because I was the hugest Spenser fan! So cool!

  7. LOL – great acting!! … you look like you were really suffering. I’m pretty sure that’s what I look like during every run 😉

  8. May you run amok in New Hampshire Ann!

  9. Another ROAR from a tiger like you Ann, although I don’t think it’s funny that you could have overexerted yourself for that running-up-the-hill adventure.

  10. Bloody great, just saying, do you know the only running around I do is in a car because I am short fat and too lazy to run using my legs also I would piss myself and fall over and it is not a good look to see a short, fat woman laying on the ground with wet pants

  11. Hey, Ann! How amazing it is to see you in an episode of Spenser: For Hire! Congratulations — and you do look super-authentic as a marathon runner. Of course, you have run many different marathons, just not in runners.

    I love your cat mystery. I’d guess that your fatter cat got into the bag. (It was always our fatter cat who was getting through the challah bags, anyway – she eventually progressed to chewing through cake boxes.) I would spend more time sleuthing and come up with the answer based on clues and not just intuition, but I’m busy learning something about math and my brain is rapidly becoming cat food.

    Have a good weekend!

    • I’m always so glad when you run over here to leave a comment, Maureen. If you did puzzle out which cat ripped the food baggies, admiration would run through my mind. Actually, no matter what you do, admiration for you is running all the time here.

  12. wow! that is so exciting that you were an extra- and right up front there! May you never be running on empty ❤

  13. I hope you are enjoying your get away weekend. Loved seeing you run by me…and loved the fact that I ran into Michael McDonald. 😘

  14. Whoever looks most innocent is usually the culprit!

    • Interesting detective work, Jay, but I’m not sure which cat I’d be running to accuse, using that method. Who looks more innocent to you?

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