I’m running into the wind. I’m not having fun.
Mo left me this morning for a new life as a Gypsy Monkey Arteest in northern Arizona. The cat, knowing I’ll forget to feed her anyhow, wants nothing to do with me. I’ve got that “All by myself” song stuck in my head. What’s left? Going for a run. Into a stiff wind. I’m not having fun. I might have mentioned that.
I grind through the first mile, dodging gulls being flung through the hurricane. I’m not having fun. Did I say that already?
As I run along the sidewalk that parallels the beach, a young woman is walking in the opposite direction.
She’s in the uniform of what I suppose is today’s equivalent of my hippie past. Rolled-up jeans, Tom’s shoes, Bolivian handbag. Huge smile. The eternal optimism of youth.
She’s holding up a sign as she walks along. I’m not wearing my glasses, so I assume it’s the usual “Will do Bikram Yoga for Food” plea. But as I pass her, I see it simply says “Be Happy.”
I stop in my tracks. Suddenly, I’m not so grumpy.
I go running back and ask if I can take a photo. I assume she’s a hallucination. She smiles and poses.
I ask her if it’s working so far. She pauses. “Yeah,” she says. “I think so.”
We’re so caught up in life. Things to do, places to be, jobs to fulfill. Miles to go before we sleep. Miles to go before we sleep. Sometimes we forget to make time to be happy.
I tell her thanks and resume my run into a 20 mph wind. With a smile.
We make life so complicated. When all we need to remember is that one thing and figuring out how to get there. Surely GPS can do that.
Soon enough, I turn around and run home with a glorious tailwind.
Be happy. Is it working so far? Yeah. I think so.