Suburbs Part One
Today my best friend, with whom things have been tough– extremely rocky– the past few months, motivated me to go on the longest run I’ve been on in my life. He’s a big part of why I run, but that story for a different time. We ran today near his old high school in Acton where he was the captain of the track team. He is an amazing runner and he has the most beautiful gift of inspiring people to run. There are so many people we know in common who started running or pushed harder because of the enthusiasm he brings to the pavement.
While we ran we talked about how running out in the suburbs was a lot different than running in the city. On city blocks the intersections are one after another, people are everywhere, the sights are varied and simultaneous. The sidewalk moves fast. Out here in the burbs it is endless back roads, tree after tree, it reminds me of childhood. It makes me a little sad when I come to the suburbs. I felt like the misfit in my small town and going through teen years with that burden just puts seriousness into life that is completely unnecessary. As I got older I understand how I brought that chip on my shoulder upon myself, like many misfits, it turns out to be a question of attitude. Again, when I run in my hometown tomorrow, I think it will likely bring upon a lot of thoughts on that matter.
Before we started running I asked my best friend if he thought my blog was stupid. He isn’t the biggest fan of the sentimental. His response put a beautiful spin on things. He said the most positive thing about the blog was it was getting me to do something extremely positive for myself and my body and mental health and spirit. Suddenly this project wasn’t just a tribute I created for victims of a tragedy (including the fallen police officer and the other injured transit cop). This blog and my runs are an amazing gift the victims of this week’s events have given me. Thank you.
Acton, a quintessential New England town, at sunset on my run.