I let myself fall out of routine this week. Rebecca is going to work an hour early all this week, the plus side being that she gets off an hour sooner as well. That makes for a slight change in how everything works in your day, so I made it a point to get a little more sleep and take a super long run this morning. There’s just something about it that makes your internal sense of well being come back around.
The last block of every run, I burst into a dead of a sprint that my body has energy left for. It’s at this point that your body has expelled the stored fuel that you get from eating meals from the past 24 hours. Just as much as you are digging deep to breathe and keep your legs moving, your body is doing the same with your fat reserves. Pleasent thought, I know, but it’s something that tends to run through my head everytime I hit this point. That, “my god, don’t fail me now.”
Today, there was a brown minivan that suddenly appeared in my peripherial vision. It pulled ahead, slowed up, pulled ahead again, and waved. I noticed her somewhere in the middle there. I knew that this person wanted directions. The nice thing would be to stop and help, so I did.
“Do you know… can you tell me… the intersection of Pender and… um, Davie?”
Her english had a hispanic accent to it. I was fighting to maintain my breath and not spit as I spoke. Getting beyond that thought, I knew this woman had no clue where she was going or looking for.
I’ve lived her long enough to understand that the streets she was looking for don’t intersec at all. From the downtown core to Stanley Park, the area sits on a bit of a penninsula. The streets she was looking for run parallel to each other, on opposite sides of said penninsula. When I asked if she meant Pendrell, she said that must be it. Struggling to breathe through my words, I directed her to where she needed to go.
As she started driving backwards down the street, I continued in the same direction that she stopped me in. At that point, I realized that she is going to be looking for Davie and Pendrell. Those streets run parallel to each other as well, but only a block apart from each other. That’s when I heard horns honking at the brown minivan for going backwards on a two way street. She was lost, and quite possibly insane.