Have you ever read But Not the Hippopotamus by Sandra Boynton? It’s about a hippo who gets left out of things by a hog, a frog, a bear, a hare, a moose and a goose, written in Boynton’s typical silly rhyming prose. Each page ends with But not the hippopotamus. At the end, when the animals stop and invite the lonely hippo, she waffles.
But she just didn’t know.
Should she stay?
Should she go?
I was the hippopotamus today, not that I much like comparing myself to a 4,000-pound prehistoric water horse. I couldn’t decide on anything. I just didn’t know. Should I stay home? Should I go running?
But YES the hippopotamus!
Boynton’s hero decides to go and so do I because I know I won’t get to run until Friday, especially with it getting dark at 5. I felt like crap, though, and really didn’t want to run 5 miles. I definitely wasn’t doing the trail and I loathe the neighborhood route (again). So I put the BOB in the Odyssey and the kid in his carseat, and we drove a few minutes down the road to the end of the paved Cedar River Trail (CRT).
But it was pretty, especially on one side.