Laughing is good for you, right?
I laugh a lot with my sister…mime. I like to make her laugh. It’s satisfying. It’s funny. And when mime laughs…well, let’s just say it’s hilarious and you might as well join in. (She must be related to my nephew or something, wouldn’t you say?) It’s so much fun making someone else laugh. So I do it. I do it a lot.
We went running, mime and I, training for cross-country. Mime’s against coming last. I wonder why. I’m not a runner. But I’m a walker. I walk rain and shine (like Madeleine, of course, and Miss Clavel and the 12 little girls in two straight lines). And usually mime is not a walker. So when she announced she was training for cross-country, my life became infinitely better. I love my mime. She is so much fun.
Running. We walked until we reached a flat spot (for those of you that don’t know, “flat spot” and “our town” are oxymorons). Then we ran. Jogged, I suppose, if you want to be accurate. Mime concentrated on breathing, on running in a steady pattern. I alternated between chatting about my book, jogging in front, behind and to the side, and feeling very bouncy about the whole thing. Jogging makes me think of bouncing.
Then mime mentioned how she needed her breathing to be in sync with her running. Don’t know about you, but that is an extremely huge temptation.
So I started jogging in time with her. Slap, slap, thump, thump, bounce, on the sidewalk. A beat! Rhythm. Music. So I started singing.
Yep. Singing and jogging and I didn’t even have a stitch.
Get the Rhythm, I sang. Get the Rhythm. To the tune of “Pleasure Island” from the Gepetto movie.
It had the desired effect. Mime tripped, laughing so hard. She had to stop. She laughed and I laughed and we laughed our way down the rest of the block.
Like I said. Laughing is really good for you.
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