Eight of us met at 7:30, walked 19
kilometres; the rain held off and the craic was good. (Thanks Van Morrison for introducing that
excellent noun to my vocabulary – an Irish term meaning news, gossip,
fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation – what better word to describe
our walking dialogues! I won’t tell you
what I thought he was singing about until I visited my daughter who was working
in Ireland for a summer.)
But I realized earlier in the week that this
week I wanted to write about the wonderful women who just take it upon
themselves to make sure that we continue to work as a group. I thought about this when Sue sent out an
email organizing a dinner for those of us who are going to a race in
Collingwood in a few weeks. And then
again, when she sent out an email clarifying our meet-up times for this weekend.
We have Phyllis, who denies being our leader,
but who provides the training schedules and pace charts and jollies us
along. We have Carol who looks after our
money. We have Sue who keeps our
membership up to date. We have Mary tracking
who is meeting on Tuesday nights. And
Laurel who made sure we have snazzy gear.
The danger of starting a list like this is that
someone will be forgotten so I’ll stop here and say that, in this group, you
never have to look around to find a volunteer.
By the time you think of a need, someone is already on their way to
responding to it. It makes this group unique.
