Friday, July 22, 2011
The Solace of Running . . . and One Psycho.
This morning was my first run since my grandmother passed away. And I felt as though Mother Nature was giving me a high five. There was a break in the heat wave, a gentle breeze, and the clouds provided shelter from the scorching sun. My stride seemed less of an effort than it had in weeks. As I ran, I spotted some gorgeous animals, that I felt Mom Nature put out there to make my experience even better and give me a reminder that there is beauty in this world. I spotted a black-crowned night heron and two great blue herons along the river. Then, as I was rounding a bend, six gold finches flew up out of a bed of wildflowers. It was frickin' magical. I was right at my turnaround spot, when I spied a creepy dude lurking about. Sure enough, he shouted at me, "I like to eat pussy!" At first I was a little annoyed and offended that this crude individual would spoil such a wonderful run. I started thinking, okay, was that necessary to witness. Where is the beauty in that?! But then I got to thinking, well, what is so bad about what that lunatic said. I mean, why shouldn't he shout it out, loud and proud. He likes to eat pussy! And that's a beautiful thing.