When I was 25 or 26, a couple of teenagers stole my car. My alert neighbor sounded the alarm and I came running around the corner just in time to see my car disappear down the alley. So, I took off.....ON FOOT. (cue "Eye of the Tiger" music from "Rocky", no wait, the theme from "Wonder Woman", yes!) I headed down my street hoping to see them exit the street parallel to ours so I'd know what direction they were headed and could tell the police. My dad was a cop at the time and was already on the phone with the department. I'm sure when my mother told him I took off on foot after them he just shook his head, but I'd like to think I impressed him a little when I came back and told him they were headed for the city. They caught the boys in a matter of minutes. Another victory for Wonder Woman!!! Oh and thanks to our men in blue, of course.
Okay, so now I'm 50. In the words of a very sage feline: "Big, fat, hairy deal." Can I still run? Just the other day I was in the middle of the woods and I thought my dog was dying. I picked him up (16 lbs.) and ran with him all the way home (about a 1/2 mile), which is where he started breathing normally again. So, I figure if I can survive that, I can handle a petty criminal. I imagine myself walking down Main Street and this larcenous teenager, with way too much time on his hands decides he's going to grab my gorgeous, handmade (ETSY) purse. This was his first mistake. There's nothing worth stealing IN my purse, but I LOVE my purse, I'm a one purse kind of woman...a rare breed. His second mistake was thinking that I'd let him take it because I'm a woman of a certain age. His third and most costly mistake? Not noticing my brand new New Balance running shoes....cue the theme to Wonder Woman!
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