Day 3,913 —Everything Wanted—

 

         As soon as I was out the door, a guy rolled down his window to yell at me, “That’s commitment!” I tried to appreciate the comment in how he meant me to take it, but I thought about how to some I might seem super committed to my running, but to me, it is not even a choice.

         It would be more difficult to stop me from running as opposed to needing encouragement. You might need to knock me out and tie me up to stop me from running each day. But I still could run if only my hands were tied up, and I would wake up eventually if you knocked me out.

         Maybe more extreme measures would be needed to stop me from running. Perhaps if someone broke one of my legs, that would prevent me, but I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t run. I might just hop for a few days before figuring out a different system, but you better believe I am going outside, and my feet will find the ground.

Anyway, he was being nice and laughed to himself at what he thought was shocking, somebody running in this snow, yeah the conditions weren’t great, but they were worse yesterday and almost every morning it is more difficult to find the energy to go out before 5 compared to being able to sleep in and be genuinely excited about discovering what everything looks like, and it was beautiful.

I saw a few streets still covered in old Webster. I saw a street that hadn’t been touched yet, and I got a picture of the highway and the train tracks.