So I've been running/walking at the crack of dawn with some girlfriends for lo these many years now, and occasionally we experience a "sighting"--something that stands out among the ordinary things you may see on the streets at 5:30 in the morning. Which, frankly, is a whole lot of nothing.
Still. Sightings happen. Like the skateboarder zooming down "I" Street, holding all his bedding (including a comforter) in his arms. Or the bicyclist with no pants. Or the old ladies with blinking light things on their hats, which made them look like those dwarves in Snow White on their way to the mines.
Anyway. I ran shoeless in the park today for the first time this summer. And as I passed up walkers, I noticed a brief pause in their conversations. I could imagine them looking at each other, rolling their eyes and going "Look! An old lady with no shoes on!"
A sighting, in other words.
6 comments:
Sightings seem like good fodder for stories. Pantless motorcyclists and skateboarders with bedding and shoeless joggers seem like the makings of a great novel...or collection of personal essays.
It's liberating to become the sighting itself. It's crossing a line.
this. is. awesome.
(and thank you for your kind words on superb surprise)
just think of how their day was no doubt improved by seeing you. mine is improved just by imagining it!
Yay for barefoot running!
I've always wanted to go running in the park when everyone else is still sleeping, but I've been too afraid of weirdos in the park. Glad to find out they're just people like you. ;)
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