US Airways - November 2013 - (Page 141)

ning was utterly beyond me. The change had been cumulative, something that I let happen to me, a state of affairs I succumbed to without question. Somehow, I had forgotten the itch in my legs when I was in school, looking up at the clock, back at the teacher, and out of the window. Soon. Then, the very second the bell went, we would grab our coats and head outside to play whatever game we could think of, just as long as it meant running around. We didn’t call it running at that age, because running was how we did everything, mittens trailing from our sleeves and braids whipping at our cheeks. We were just children doing our thing. We ran and we laughed. They were one and the same. As a ten-year-old I stood daydreaming at the start of the 400-meter circuit. In the warmth of summer, I watched the sun shine through the pinprick holes in my navy blue shirt, noticing how it browned both my arms and the Save up to 50% or more on heating costs* at university. Perhaps I broke into a run that time I was pushing my friend Clare down Cotham Hill in a shopping cart, and I know I danced on a podium a few times, but they were definitely the sum of my collegiate athletic endeavours. grass of the track. I would merrily run round it for as long as I could, sometimes straight across the middle if I fancied a change, until we were called back to lessons or until someone else needed the track. somehow i had lost sight of the fact that not being a runner and not being able to run were not the same. Twenty years later, it was as if I had never run. It never occurred to me that I could. I wasn’t a runner and that was that. Somehow I had lost sight of the fact that not being a runner and not being able to run were not one and the same. I wasn’t the sporty type. It was as simple as that. I was a curvy girl with little or no competitive spirit. I rarely made connection between bat and ball during games at school, and I neglected my body almost entirely for three years Then I moved to London and joined the eternal treadmill of private gym membership. Each time I looked round a new venue I told myself that this would be the one. This would be the gym that would make me fall in love with exercise. But they never did. Once the oleaginous buzz of viewing the facilities, being given my workout profile and trying the steam room for the first time was over, the magic faded and I returned to fleeting, guilty glimpses at my bank statement as I realized each wall-mounted room heater American Owned & Built economical. safe. simple. eheat.com 1-800-807-0107 http://www.eheat.com http://www.eheat.com

Table of Contents for the Digital Edition of US Airways - November 2013

Table of Contents
CEO Letter
From the Editor
Did You Know?
Making It Happen
Hot Spots: A Caribbean Christmas
Hub Crawl: Seattle-Tacoma International Airport
Wine & Dine: Mead
Wine & Dine: Smith & Wollensky
Wine & Dine: Silver Oak Winery
Style Spotlight: Holiday fashion for men and women
Great Escapes: Nova Scotia
Great Escapes: Christmas in Colonial Williamsburg
Adventure: Cyclocross
Adventure: Wandering Manhattan
Gear Up: Time, Space, and Labor Savers
Travel Feature: Madrid, Bite by Bite
Carolinas Aviation Museum
Destination 48: Phoenix
Military Colleges and Schools
University Spotlight: Auburn University
Best of Health: Miami Beach Foot and Ankle Surgery
Must Read: Running Like a Girl
Great Dates
Puzzles
Readers Resource Index
Your US Airways Guide
Video Entertainment
Audio Entertainment
U.S. and Caribbean Service Map
International Service Map
Airport Terminal Maps
US Airways Fleet/Customs & Immigration
Passenger Info/Contact US Airways
US Airways MarketPlace®
Giving: Carolinas Freedom Foundation
Window or Aisle?

US Airways - November 2013