Day 932: Weird People of Running

Hitting the road at 4:20 (brah!) a.m. to run in what our real estate agent cheerfully calls a “neighbourhood in transition” means you get to see the interesting side of town, with transactions on porches, open bathrobes, bikes and little trailers filled with what I can only assume is treasure, zombie walks, and somebody yelling something at me that for some reason I chose not to slow down and check out.

So it was a good run that came with a heaping side helping of humility and gratitude. I’m happy with where I’m at in life right now, and not foolish enough to believe it’s all me: I got lucky genes, lucky with my parents, lucky with my upbringing, and lucky not to be unlucky in the thousand ways that could have taken my life in a different direction.