Red Light

Jeff and I went for a run. Together. It was all fine and dandy. Jeff followed behind me for the majority of the run, probably not because I run faster, but because he was being a polite gentlemen. Simply living by the "ladies first" motto.

When coming to a corner, I would ask, right or left? Never, ever, ever did I get an answer. I ended up turning the wrong way multiple times and looking back to see Jeff running in the opposite direction. I guess he couldn't hear me. Not at all because he was too short of breath to answer or because he wanted to get a few steps ahead of me. Nope, not at all.

When we got to a place I was comfortable with and knew where I was, the real action began. Living now in a more densely populated city, it is hard to avoid major roadways and traffic. As we approached one of these roads, the light facing us shone red.

However, right as we got to the corner, it changed to green. I was relieved, as I hate having to wait for lights. In fact, I don't. I will just turn and run further up the road until I see a time that I can cross. I don't run in place because I think it looks silly! 

Jeff, on the other hand, does neither of these things. Apparently, he was very unhappy with the green light, as I heard a ridiculous barrage of cuss words coming from behind me. "You've got to be f(*#ing kidding me. Mother f#*$ing green light. Sh*#!" 

Once we stopped running, I asked what that was all about. For a second I thought maybe a car had come close to hitting him. But when I turned around to see, that certainly was not the case. The truth is, in Jeff's own words, he prays for red lights. He looks at a red light as a blessing. A small, excusable break in the middle of a hard run. He admits that he even likes to hit red lights when he has only run for 2 minutes. I would say that he loves red lights, but I think it is more of a hate for running. 

Which reminds me....ehhhh....I'll tell you tomorrow!