I decided to walk this morning. I need to add some cardio to my gym trips, so I strapped on the ipod and headed out the door at 530 this morning.
Now, you would think that at that obscene time of the morning that you wouldn't see many people walking. Man was I wrong. There were a ton of people out this morning. I started walking down the street and took a left where the street ends. I ran into a lady that was trotting along at a pretty good pace. Apparently she planned on running into someone, because she was dressed in real nice running gear. As she passed by me, I was nearly choked up by the perfume she was wearing. Perfume, at 530, while running? Made no sense.
As I continued up the block, I saw another lady running around in a cove. Back and forth and back again. I really don't understand how people can run in circles like that. I hate walking tracks or in circles. I need some scenery. I need people to watch. I need houses to look at. I need to be nosy. Well, I guess this lady enjoyed running in the comfort of her on cove. Either that, or she has an overprotective husband who has installed an invisible fence that she isn't allowed to cross.
I turned the corner and headed up the road. A car passed by every now and again, it's headlights rudely interrupting the dim light of the inevitable sunrise. The elevation was starting to change. This road has a slight incline all the way to my next turn. As I walked through the busy S curve, I saw a man hiking towards me. When I say hiking, he was actually hiking. He was wearing boots and had a huge backpack strapped to his back. Hmmmmm, preparing for a trip maybe? Maybe he was just carrying the extra weight to get a good workout. He carries his on his back, I carry mine on the front.
I headed down the road and walked by the gated community before the turn. There used to be horse stables here. I always thought it was so weird to see the stables in the middle of the city. Walking this morning, I wished they were still there. I love to watch horses, they are amazing creatures. Instead, a whole bunch of zero lot, high dollar homes have been constructed in it's place, and surrounded by a 6 foot rod iron fence. Beautiful as it is, it looks like a prison to those who live inside. The people are imprisoned by the need to acquire, to be better, to look good. The longer they stay there, they become institutionalized to a system whose hunger can never be quenched. It is always devouring, always consuming, always destroying.
I turned the corner and walked past the south side of the prison and saw a couple of other women head down their driveway to the open road. They walked with a ferocious pace, ready to conquer the world. As they cut in front of me and took off, I kept plodding along. All of the sudden, the dynamic duo stopped. One of them had a nasty nose bleed. They turned around and went back home.
Down the street I went. Step, step, step. I took another turn and in the distance, the hiker returned. I was beginning to think this hauntingly familiar to a scary movie I saw once. I figure if I don't give the guy a ride, everything should be fine. We crossed paths and gave each other a head nod. No machete, so I was okay.
I kept walking. At the corner, I see a silhouette of a man turning the corner at the end of the road. If I didn't know any better, I could have swore he was wearing a backpack. He was. There is no way that this guy made the block again. I turned to see if the hiker was at the other end of the road. Nope. Gone. This is truly turning into a scary movie. As I got closer, I realized that this wasn't the same guy. There was another hiker. Weird. Did I miss the "Everyone carry a backpack" memo? Anyways, I think this guy was looking for the woman I ran into first when I walked. He was dressed in nice gear and his cologne almost killed me. I guess morning walks are like the new pick up location? Anyways, I finally made the final turn to my street and then to the house.
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