This Saturday, I ran 10 miles in a town near the border of Mexico…
It was a basket of hot and crazy.
90-94°F, with a 109°F heat index, to be exact.
Before I left, we drove around my running route and hid water bottles behind trees.
I stopped at “On The Run” to refill my bottle. The name sounded kinda familiar…
I flashed everyone when I wiped the sweat from my eyes.
I found this wrinkled decade old GU in my laptop bag. I wasn’t sure if it was good, so I took a Jelly Belly just in case.
I ended up eating both, all beast-like.
There were abandoned houses like this:
And rich fancy ones like this:
I wasn’t the only
freak dedicated person looking for exercise. This woman and her child were running together! I want my kid to be like that kid.
This man and his big dog were doing a long run too! I saw them so many times on my run, I began to make up stories about them in my head… nice ones of course!
And this cross dressing man:
Allegedly, this man is well-educated….
He had a really close relationship with his mother, and lived with her all of his life. When she passed away from cancer, he grieved in a way that many of us grieve – he found it hard to get rid of her belongings. So, he walks everywhere he goes around town wearing her clothes – her purse, her long cardigan, her skirt, shoes, red wig, make-up, and her perfume. I heard about him a long time ago, but I first saw him on the last mile of my 10 mile run. A quarter mile behind him, he appears to be a woman. As I approached him, I noticed the slender yet masculine build and the hair peeking out of the wig. I begin to get a little scared and nervous. Is this man delusional and harmful? As I get closer to him and smell the perfume, I feel deeply sorrowful for him and feel his suffering. I empathize with him and want to stop running and talk to him. If I’m going to run past the guy, I should at least say helloooooo!!
But, I snap the photo above, and keep running and thinking about him. Throughout the day with family and loved ones, I keep going back to this man in my head. In the few minutes of our chance encounter, I learned much from him:
- Love and let love go.
- Never judge people – every one of us is fighting a battle and you have NO idea what a person may be going through.
- Do what brings you joy – who gives a butt what people think! Do what makes you happy. Wear the clothes that express yourself. (Perhaps the rumors aren’t true and this really is what makes him happy?)
- Tell your family every chance you get how much you love them. You don’t want to be replaying in your head all of the things you wish you had said to them.
- What doesn’t kill you only makes you stranger.
It’s out there on the road that I dig for the meaning of life and what it’s all about…