I’m sure I’ve been guilty of it. But to the runner on the other end of that smile, there is something jarring.
Some thoughts that go through my mind when I pass a runner grinning from ear to ear:
- I have a booger and/or snot dripping from my nose.
- My dog is having an accident as we run.
- My shorts are falling down (again.)
I’m sure the runner had good reason to smile today as I passed her twice (I’m not fast. It’s a circle and we were going in opposite directions.) but it unnerved me.
I guess I was just ticked off that there was a runner out there tonight who wasn’t in pain.
Just act like the rest of us miserable schmucks huffing and puffing in mid February. You know, those of us who kind of gave up running for a few months because it was too cold and slick and we would rather curl up with a glass of wine and The Real World or some other mindless crap.
I don’t smile until at least May.