Monday, January 18, 2010
My husband had school off today in honor of MLK, and it was raining, so all odds were stacked against me and any motivation to go running. But I went, at about 7:30. I felt a little bit like Rocky Balboa with his determined strides and sweaty face with the elements crashing down, except I did not start my morning by drinking raw eggs, yuk! And I also passed on the opportunity to punch the carcasses on meat hangers--there are not many of those where I live--most people here are vegetarian. Anyway, I must tell you of an interesting fellow who crossed my path this morning. I shall call him the crazy, fishing professor. Halfway into the rainy run, along the sidewalk, I spotted a man with gray tattered hair flaring from a fisherman's hat, a striped polo, and a heavy-duty pair of cargo pants. He was stopped about 30 yards ahead and I thought that the gray mass next to him was a dog relieving itself, but as I passed, I saw that it was a plastic bag...full of plastic bags. He didn't say anything or even step to the side when I passed. I thought maybe he was collecting treasures that had fallen from the trees in the recent storm, ya know, observing, professor-like. He was a perplexing, weird little man, and I didn't give him a second thought until later when I was driving to the grocery store. He was crossing the street where I was stopped at an intersection. He had a grocery cart filled with bags, filled with bags. I finally realized he was crazy when I saw him muttering to an invisible companion. And his bare left butt-cheek was peeking out from a huge tear in his cargos--just flapping in the wind. Oh boy, poor crazy, fishing professor. After the run I felt really nasty, like I just jumped out of a murky swamp. So I shed the stinky clothes and stepped on the scale, and guess what? I AM DOWN 7 POUNDS. It was exactly what I needed to get me over the "I'm so sick of this" hump. Wooo Hoo, Go Me, Eye of the Tiger, and other such motivational thoughts!!