Here Little Darlin', Don't Shed No Tears

I don't know if it's just that time of month and my hormones are running wild or what, but I cried on the treadmill yesterday. Yes. I. Did. And I am not a crier. There are only two movies that have ever made me really cry. My Girl and Turner and Hooch. So, I'm on the treadmill at the gym, running me arse off, and one of the 4 televisions had the country music channel on. Ever see the video for "Standing Outside the Fire" by Garth Brooks?? Well. It's about a boy with Down's Syndrome and he is training to run in his high school's track meet. It has the encouraging coach, the supportive mother, and the father that doesn't really believe in him. Ho-Lee. The tears came a-streaming as I'm running 6kph. Slightly embarrased, I wipe my tears, swallow the lump of happy sadness in my throat, and turn my head to watch the smut playing on MuchMusic on one of the other TVs. Thinking I had pulled myself together, I turned back to Garth Brooks. Tears instantly. I immediatly looked away and never looked back.