One of the things I love about running or walking in my neighborhood is being social with the neighbors. I enjoy a quick hello or nod to a fellow runner, or a wave to the firemen who I’m still trying to figure out if they live in that house instead of a station or they stop for coffee at one of their homes every day; because I see them loading up the smaller truck many mornings. Though some days, like today when I saw one of them looking directly at me I’m afraid they are going to pull me over for my red face and make me lie down with a water pack on my forehead. But I digress.
Today I had a social moment that was a first for me.
About two-thirds of the way into my run I see there is a guy sitting in his work truck that I’m about to pass. As I get closer he holds his hand straight out the window with a 32 oz. styrofoam cup offering a drink and grins. I laughed and as I passed I said, “No thanks, but it sounds good!” He chuckled and I kept going.
In a world where we have to be so careful about strangers I can’t help but still enjoy the little face-to-face interactions that happen when I’m out in the community.