Something has been on my mind lately.
And I use "lately" in a loose sense, because it has actually been on my mind since I embarked on my, "try to be a runner" journey a few years ago.
And it is not always on my mind by any means. But when it is on my mind I get a little bit wrapped up in it.
And what is on my mind is this...
My life constantly flashing before my eyes.
When you decide to become a "runner" you are making a silent contract with every form of transportation: every car, bike, bus etc.
This silent contract is something along the lines of:
I (insert name) agree to risk my life in order to help my life. I agree to run on roads of distracted drivers and risk my life in the name of health and happiness. And if you (insert name of distracted driver) choose to put my life on the line, I will forgive you with your weak and oh so impersonal wave of the hand, signaling that you are just a little bit sorry that you almost hit me.
Signed (already inserted name)
I am a cautious runner, like probably most runners out there. I try to keep my music relatively low and keep my eyes relatively open in order to compensate for the drivers who couldn't seem to care less about my safety and only care about their destination which must be on fire because of the pace they are choosing to get to that destination.
Then, in the instance they almost hit me, which is seriously way too frequent, they give this almost guilty, but mostly pity wave saying, "sorry I am in too much of a hurry to open my eyes and see other people around me."
Then I usually proceed to glare at them to subtly tell them... "YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!"
Well, glad that can get off my mind for the next few months. I rarely run into life threatening situations on the dear treadmill...
But really, that pity wave is the WORST!