I live in a very nice very runnable neighborhood but usually drive "to the lake" where it's flat because I am lazy, even though I know the hills are good for me. My excuse is a series of IT band injuries which I understand to be exacerbated by hills.
Over the weekend I encountered a woman walking with her off-leash dog. It completely ignored me and continued sauntering on its way, bothering no one. Then I heard a woman from behind me call, Can you get your dog? Then louder and with more urgency, Get your dog! And then with an edge of hysteria and fury, Please!! get your dog! And the dog commenced barking at the yelling woman. Not sure what happened after that.
I admit it: the reason I have kept my observations and assumptions about how the parking spaces closest to the local Gold’s Gym were always filled first, entirely to myself, is because I haven’t resolved, in over a decade of wondering about it, whether or not I’m a judgmental assface for both the noticing of it, and then worse being inclined to evaluate it, in the first place.
I can’t tell if I am in fact judgmental, or if I have just been accused of it a few times too many, and am starting to believe it.
But I can say when people whose hearts, minds, or Substacks I appreciate notice things I always wanted to ask about, I realize it doesn’t really matter; as I type this out I realize the grace with which *any* observation is handled matters much more.
Those three paragraphs explain why I liked this article (and the few previous ones I’ve read) this much, and your discretion to know when to use candid severity, and when to be discreet and let something go, is why I subscribed recently. Thank you for it.
I don't recall EVER driving somewhere to run on my own. Apart from races, I seldom drive anywhere to run with someone else -- I can think of just two occasions in the past 10 years.
On dogs ... about a week ago our son, who lives in Washington, DC, was bitten just below the knee by a dog while running back from dropping his son off at daycare. The dog was on a leash but apparently a rather long one. The bite was deep enough that it was down to the bone and our son needed treatment at an urgent care facility.
I live in a very nice very runnable neighborhood but usually drive "to the lake" where it's flat because I am lazy, even though I know the hills are good for me. My excuse is a series of IT band injuries which I understand to be exacerbated by hills.
Over the weekend I encountered a woman walking with her off-leash dog. It completely ignored me and continued sauntering on its way, bothering no one. Then I heard a woman from behind me call, Can you get your dog? Then louder and with more urgency, Get your dog! And then with an edge of hysteria and fury, Please!! get your dog! And the dog commenced barking at the yelling woman. Not sure what happened after that.
Your time with Rosie is more important than your time with us, for sure.
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Keep writing and running.
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I admit it: the reason I have kept my observations and assumptions about how the parking spaces closest to the local Gold’s Gym were always filled first, entirely to myself, is because I haven’t resolved, in over a decade of wondering about it, whether or not I’m a judgmental assface for both the noticing of it, and then worse being inclined to evaluate it, in the first place.
I can’t tell if I am in fact judgmental, or if I have just been accused of it a few times too many, and am starting to believe it.
But I can say when people whose hearts, minds, or Substacks I appreciate notice things I always wanted to ask about, I realize it doesn’t really matter; as I type this out I realize the grace with which *any* observation is handled matters much more.
Those three paragraphs explain why I liked this article (and the few previous ones I’ve read) this much, and your discretion to know when to use candid severity, and when to be discreet and let something go, is why I subscribed recently. Thank you for it.
Get well soon.
I don't recall EVER driving somewhere to run on my own. Apart from races, I seldom drive anywhere to run with someone else -- I can think of just two occasions in the past 10 years.
On dogs ... about a week ago our son, who lives in Washington, DC, was bitten just below the knee by a dog while running back from dropping his son off at daycare. The dog was on a leash but apparently a rather long one. The bite was deep enough that it was down to the bone and our son needed treatment at an urgent care facility.