Today I have added another adjective to the list of many that describe me. It’s “vulgar.” Is it because I have a trashy mouth? Is it because I find rank and gutter-esque humor in most things? Is it because of the dress I wore to church yesterday? No. No and no. It’s because I’m a runner.
Shall we have a side of history with our adjective salad? Okay.
On May 6, 2007, Nicolas Sarkozy was elected president of the French Republic. He was leader of the right wing party called the UMP and defeated the socialist giant Segolene Royal. (Three cheers for our Right Wings! The Nemo of birds?) Let me begin by stating clearly that I only follow French politics when they involve running or the Tour de France (Viva le Tour! Dull mornings no more! By the way, you can watch the tour live EVERY MORNING on the channel called VS which is 151 if you have dish network. If you have direct TV or one of those other two-bit operations, I cannot help you). Anyway, some Frenchie newsperson by the name of Alain Finkielkraut described as “a leading French intellectual” (what makes one a leading French intellectual? I wanna be a leading intellectual! Is there a test somewhere that I can study for and take?) Anyway this Finkielkraut person has declared Mr. Sarkozy vulgar because he runs every morning. I’ve heard running described in many ways… stinky, crazy, insane, boorish, nutty… but vulgar? Wow.
I guess the lefters believe his jogging is some type of right wing conspiracy. From the Washington Post, President Sarkozy responds with, "I am not deterred . . . by the accusation that jogging is right-wing. Of course it is right-wing, in the sense that the facts of life are generally right-wing. The very act of forcing yourself to go for a run, every morning, is a highly conservative business. There is the mental effort needed to overcome your laziness.”*
Is running vulgar? I’ll let you decide. Let me remind you, however, that there isn’t a movie called “Debbie Does the Dallas Marathon.”