Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Saving the Fish

I didn't want to run today.

In fact, I didn't want to move at all today. Usually this happens when it's tremendously depressing outside, but it was a beautiful, sunny day. My brain has recently been unusually antagonistic against my body.

But a baby 25-minute run was on the schedule, so after doing everything I possibly could this evening that was not running--reading every online newspaper, magazine, and even PerezHilton.com, beginning to edit a FinalCut video, and kissing the cat--I got my cookie-dough-filled butt out the door.

And boy, was one little fishie happy I did.

I chose a loop that would bring me for a stretch on the beach, and right in the middle of it, a little fishie was flippity floppiting in the surf. He beached himself. (I say he, because, honestly, girl fishies are probably better with directions and hazard avoidance.)

Ignoring my gag reflex, I picked him up and hucked him back into the ocean, soaking my shoes in the process.

I didn't wait to see if he'd simply beach himself again, but I like to think I saved one little fishie's life today.

So there you have it.

Even if you feel like your workout schedule is all about you, and therefore extremely selfish, think again. Your workouts benefit your community more than you think.

Maybe you have a Tuesday morning run that you do religiously, and so does some little old man on your street. Maybe, just maybe, your guaranteed Tuesday morning smile and "howdy do" are something he looks forward to every week.

Maybe you're more fun to be around because you will actually eat ice cream with your kids, knowing you've earned it today.

Or maybe, just maybe, you could save someone's life. I rescued someone's cell phone just last week from almost certain death in a mulch pile along a running path.

And today, I pulled a solid for the marine world and returned one of its missing fishies before his family had to start postering anemones with his slimy, silvery face.


  1. Hi honey! Cute piece about the little silver fish. I think it was a California Grunion. They spawn March-Aug. The cycle has something to do with high tides and full moons. If you go onto the beach at night when they are spawning the sand is all aglitter from their flopping silver bodies. You are so cute to save one. When I was a child we would "fish" scooping them up by the handful and toss them into old pillowcases for transport home.

  2. Hi mom! So I saved one, and you and your siblings sacked them? I have a lot more rescuing to do to atone for my family's past grunion smotherings.

  3. I get great inspiration that even you have days when a 25 minute run seems like the worst thing. And I will keep your story in mind next time I can't get my butt off the chair. Right now I would love to get it off the chair, but I am in the sleep, study, eat, study, sleep cycle.

  4. Hahaha. You have intellectual butt to kick! Work those cerebral connections! Work 'em hard!