Earlier this afternoon I went out for my daily run. I’m trying to get back into shape again, so last week I started a 5K a day plan. I have to say I’m enjoying it so far, its nice to feel better again, and I kinda hope I’ll have a good trail to run when I end up moving to Columbia. The path I run now goes around the only elementary and middle school in Kirksville, MO.
The elementary school was having recess outside today and I saw one boy out by himself, away from everyone else by the group of trees near the bike path. I noticed him a ways back so I was watching him while I was running by. He was holding a stack of papers, but he was busy chasing one that must have gotten away, swept up by the wind. When he finally got to it, he tripped, fell, and dropped all of the papers he was holding. I was about to stop my run to help, but a girl came over from his class I assume and helped him pick everything up.
It reminded me of the time last year when I was in Des Moines at a Flaming Lips show. There was a little kid who went chasing after one of the balloons the lead singer Wayne Coyne threw that ended up going astray from the crowd. I remember the kid looking so happy running after that thing. He went to go grab the balloon when it finally hit the fence and popped, making him fall face first right into the fence.
He didn’t have anyone come over and help him up, but maybe that’s just how things work sometimes. You go out alone chasing after that one big thing, that one big moment or accomplishment that you think will make your life near perfect only to have it go and explode on you. You know you can realize in the long run that the decisions you made in the past could have been incorrect ones, but either way, no matter what the outcome, you still have those stupid fence marks on your face.
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