I couldn't believe my eyes and my ears the other night.
It was about 6 pm three days ago. My husband and I set out for our usual six miler. We needed to get this run over with fairly quickly because an impending storm was headed our way.
It was a nice early evening despite the threatening skies. It was humid and warm but not overbearing and we were having a nice run keeping watch which way the clouds were heading. We were just ahead of the storm it was looking like. So we thought we'd be ok. So we just settled in for a nice moderate pace and were enjoying the run along quiet country like roads.
That is, until someone set about to ruin it.
We live in a golf cart community. There are wide asphalt paths on each side of the road for bikers and golf carts. They're called recreation paths. Along one side of the street all over this community are cement sidewalks where people leisurely stroll with their dogs and/or grandchildren.
We run, as we have for many years on the asphalt. It's never ever been a problem until we moved here a year and a half ago. The reason we don't run on the cement sidewalks is because it's very bad for the feet and lower legs. Besides all that if we did run on the sidewalks, we would have to jump on and off as we approached these walkers to go around them and that's not good either.
As running ettiquette goes we always run facing traffic. So we run in these wide rec paths facing the cars,golf carts and bikes coming our way. We try not run on the cement sidewalks. We usually move over to the far left side of the road making sure there's plenty of room when a golf cart approaches. Most people are friendly and move around us like you would if you were in a car and spotted a biker ahead of you. This isn't really necessary because the path is so wide there's plenty of room for both golf cart and runner at the same time.
So back to the other night.
We were running along and an approaching golf cart is slowing down as it comes nearer to us. Thinking it's just trying to be polite and give us room we continue to run single file as we go by. At the same time we approach the cart it stops. The wife was driving the cart and the husband, as the passenger, was the nearest to us.
He yelled so loud and so nasty I thought I saw foam forming around his lips. I actually jumped a little. He screamed at the top of his lungs for us to get on the sidewalk. I actually thought he was going to get out of the cart and punch us out. It wasn't so much the words but the violent attitude. I started worrying about his wife. Good grief. What type of husband must he be?
I could tell immediately my husband was shook up. I could tell by the way he continued to run and his silence for a few minutes. He was processing. This type of attitude is very foreign to him. He's always been kind and considerate not thinking of himself but others in almost all situations of life. He's a giver. And this shook him to the core. We didn't discuss this too much rather we just were in such shock it defied all words.
This has happened before but not with this ferocity. We've never seen such hatred. And for what? Because we dared run on the side of the road instead of the cement sidewalk? There are cars few and far between especially right now with the snowbirds gone. So it had nothing to do with traffic. In fact we have noted the ones that scream at us never have a car or another cart behind them. We can see past them and if ever there looked to be a few cars coming at once or a potential problem we do jump on the sidewalk just to be polite and make it easier for the drivers to pass by even tho it's probably not needed.
As we neared home, my husband the faster runner, decided to kick in the last mile by himself as I decided not to take the challenge. As he sped off into the distance another golf cart approached me coming out of a side road. As I continued to run this main drag up a steep hill, wouldn't you know it, but this male driver decided to give me his advice as well? Same words, "get on the sidewalk." Not another car on the road either in front of him or behind him. It was just him and I as I puffed up the hill. My energy can't be wasted on words. So I stay quiet.
What is happening to our world? I'm afraid as we get further and further away from God and his ways we are going to be so totally corrupt and so morally bankrupt there will be no hope. We have lost our moral compass and it's going to be a tough go without it. We can't put our hope in man. It doesn't work. Look at all the corruption and the anger and the blank looks on the faces of so many people. It's quite scary really.
So yesterday my husband came home with a paper. Obviously he's still processing the events of the other night. He had done some research on running on asphalt vs running on cement. The research confirmed our belief that it's very bad for your joints to run on cement.
So we will continue to run on the asphalt, giving the drivers of these carts the benefit of the doubt as they go by that they are not going to be violent with us.
My husband now says jokingly maybe he'll run with a squirt gun. The next driver that mouths off maybe will get a squirt of cold water to cool down. When I mentioned that might incite the driver to physical violence do you know what my mild mannered husband said?
Well, he'd have to catch me first!