Near Death and Random Bits

What's been happening over the last few days? Well,

I nearly died in the bathtub. Those damn things really are pretty slippery when wet. I stepped in, my right foot slid chaotically, my left shin smacked against the step that leads into the tub. In the semi-violent chaos, all akimbo, nude, teetering on the edge of balance I found myself simultaneously laughing at the absurdity of the moment while being terrified and thinking, “Are you kidding me?! This is it? I'm going to die in a bathtub?!”  Thanks to my ninja-like reflexes, I obviously did not die in that incident. However, I did get a nasty bump and a bruise on my shin; which is so much more preferable to being found dead in a bathtub, ass up and naked for the world to see.

What else? Ahh, I woke up thinking about people and their peculiar behaviors. I was thinking about one person in particular who I feel is acting weirdly when I had this profound chat with myself:

Self: So and so is being weird.

Inner Self: Welp, it's so and so's prerogative to BE weird. We're all allowed to be weird.

Self: Hmmm. Yep. Fuck so and so.

I share that to share this: We've all had those moments when we noticed someone in our life being odd. Maybe they were acting like an ass or maybe like the above mentioned person, just kind of weird. So we think to ourselves, “Wow, he/she is acting (fill in the blank).” That's fine, but what many of us also do is follow up that statement with, “I wonder why?” Don't do that. Do not wonder why. Just remind yourself that people are what they are and move on. Too often we get caught up trying to figure out the why of people and that often leads to trying to make it better or fix them. Stop it. Contradict Nike in this instance and just don't do it. If a person wants or needs you, they will ask and if they don't, that's their fault and their problem. I think I'm preaching to myself, but maybe you needed to read it.

Of course I ran. I'm not up to snuff (Isn't that an odd word? I believe in addition to meaning "up to standards" it can also mean kill. Ponder that for a moment) yet, but I'm running and that feels really good. In addition to my own running I'm helping Shane's girlfriend (who from now on I will simply refer to as my friend, because she is) with her Couch to 5K program. And by "help her" I mean I accompany her on her runs. It's been a good time for me. She and I run at a similar pace and can chat a bit while we run. That's a novelty for me. I've never had a running companion before. I greatly enjoy the companionship and the encouragement. If I start to slow my pace I'm aware of it because I see her pulling ahead and that gets me moving again. Balance.
Not only is she a good running partner she's a lot of fun to drink margaritas with. My boy chose well.

And so until next time-- please use caution when entering or exiting the tub, fuck the so and so's and keep running!