Okay.
Went on a run Sunday morning. Bright and early. Saw not a soul. Decided to make my way up to the beautiful Point: overlook pictured below.
July 2010, Pookie
After huffing and puffing on the steep run, I finally reached the miraculous view…and there were people...uh…um…doing it! There! Like, right at the look-out! Bam!
I felt pretty awkward. They definitely knew I was there, but were so beyond uninterested in stopping their fun. I tried to make the best of it. I walked the other way. Looked at the view over there…I was determined not to let them ruin my hard work. But, frankly, the damage was done. It was time to go.
I thought about going up to them: HEY. YOU RUINED MY RUN.
But, then I shut off my camp counselor brain and came to my senses.
I left quietly, grateful for my run anyway.
Why not be?
Loving you’s like cherry pie.
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