1. lively or energetic spirit; enthusiasm; vitality.
If you are a Beth of Fresh Air follower (hi, Grandma!), you know that I’ve been trying harder to DO more instead of watching more, attempting to live a life worthy of writing about.
About two months ago, a bartender whom I adore was out with his wife and this is rare so we had a couple drinks to celebrate. The evening turned to one full of vim very quickly. We were the obnoxious group in the corner but it didn’t matter enough to feel the need to quiet down. Sometimes the vim mustn’t be tamed. Bartender’s lovely wife mentioned the Sawtooth Relay race that she’s doing in June. Six runners, sixty miles, all the way from Stanley to Ketchum.
“I’m afraid our sixth will drop out and we won’t be able to do it!”
I took a sip of my Moscow Mule, held it up in the air for some reason, and said, “Oh if she drops out, I’ll do it.”
“Really?” asked the runner.
“Really?!” asked my friend who knows I’m absolutely not a runner.
“Well, if you are in dire need, sure, I will learn how to run,” I said.
A week and a half went by and I totally forgot about the interaction.
Then…a text came through that simply stated, “You’re in! She dropped out!”
I stared into space for a long while. Ten miles. Five miles twice. Here we go, New Beth, this is different, you can write about this, you dummy. So Pal and I started running. He stops when he’s had enough which is usually a quarter mile, so I started going to the YMCA most weekdays at 2pm to watch Ellen. Because she’s full of vim, it’s easier to match her liveliness and run longer while I laugh like a loon.
The race is now four days away. Am I excited about it? Absolutely not. It’s going to hurt. Will the camping in Stanley and the camaraderie and the fries and beer after be incredible? Oh yeah. Do I plan on wearing the shirt on most days even if it’s not that cute? Oh yeah.
One thought on “vim.”
I hope it doesn’t snow on you when you’re sprinting up Galena Pass! I’ll be cheering for you, my vimful cousin! ~jill