I’ve been taking off from running the past few days due to the sudden drop of temperature. My lungs tend to hurt when it’s too cold. I’ve been getting up just as early though, to walk instead.
Of course one’s experience when they’re not whizzing by is very different. You make contact with just about everything and everyone you meet. You also, if you stay the same route, meet the same people.
I find some are friendly, some are not. I say good morning to everyone especially since there are so few of us out at that hour. I’d say 1 out of 3 early risers say it in return. Like today for instance, there was a black and white Boston Bulldog walking in front of me, his owner lagging behind. Such a cute puppy – he looked like dice on little legs. He stopped suddenly to relieve himself, so when his owner came over to bag it (a must in Manhattan) he ignored my greeting. He did say, ‘Good girl,’ to the dog as he picked up her poop in a neat, little sandwich bag. “Hmm, I thought, how would it feel if someone said ‘good girl’ to me every time I pooped. It seemed a good way to get a cookie, I’ll tell you that.
Next stop is Starbucks on Columbus where after I overpay for a Grande Dark Roast, I sit and watch the West Side slowly waking up. I sit opposite ABC whose newsfeed runs alongside its building. I sip and read, lingering just long enough to get warm again then off I go like a little nomad in sneaks and a hoodie pressing on. This particular morning I met a girl I know who just came from an AA meeting. She was high on slogans, she said, so I asked her what they were.
Only God sees around corners, was the first and one I’ve heard many times before. I’m always enmeshed in the future thinking I know what’s coming so it’s a good one for me to remember. It reminds me I’m not in the driver’s seat so it would be best to stop giving God directions.
The other one she mentioned was, do someone you love a favor, leave them alone. Ain’t that the truth. No one wants to be badgered and bothered all the time while you aim a gun to their head to get them to do things they really don’t want to do. Loved ones need space and so do the ones who love them.
She left me with, go where it’s warm and I thought yes, like Jamaica…but what it really means is to go where you’re loved, wanted and respected and to also be that island for someone where they too can come and take rest.
Yes, I’d like to be that and have someone be that for me. Too bad you couldn’t order online.
See what happens when you walk?
More will be revealed…