Spring running

April 25, 2013

I went running this morning.  It was a beautiful morning.  I started just before sunrise and the temperature was just below freezing.  When the sun came up, the sky was that magical baby blue and with the clouds forming pink streaks we get sometimes.  I felt good and strong and my run was going well.

Toward the end of my run, I was on a trail.  A man running a little ways in front of me, stopped, turned around and was watching me.  It wasn't menacing at all.  I thought he must have mistaken me for a friend.  When I approached him,  he would realize that  I wasn't his friend. 

As I got closer, he held up his phone and  asked if he could interrupt my run so that I could take a picture of him.  As soon as he talked, I knew he "wasn't from around here".  He said he was from New York.  Yep, thats what it sounded like.  A raspy, eastern accent.  I took a few pictures of him and gave him back his phone. I wished him a good day and continued on the last few minutes of my run.  

I wanted to tell him that the views got even better if he went my direction, but he had turned around and headed away from me.