December 29 Long Run

The best long run ever!

Yesterday culminated week 14 of my ING 2008 training plan (counting backwards--next week is week 13, and the week leading up to the marathon is week 1). I ran a little over 17 miles for my Saturday long run. It was probably one of the best long runs I have ever had: I remained strong throughout the entire run, and I didn't feel the need to collapse at the end like I usually do. The only major difference this week is that I have been on vacation and have been getting plenty of sleep. It reminds me that I need to make sleep a priority when things get hectic again.

Something I don't get...

Between miles 9 and 10 of my run yesterday, as I started crossing North Highland, a car pulled up to the intersection and stopped for the red light in front of the crosswalk. There were three people in the car, all probably in their early 20s. The driver was a young man with a round face--clearly overweight. He rolled down his window, looked directly at me, and started laughing, loud and long, while I crossed in front of his car. It was a fake, belabored laugh--perhaps what you would get if you mixed a department store Santa's "Ho Ho Ho" with the laugh of a villain in a cheesy superhero flick.

I was dumbfounded: why would anyone even bother? Here I was, one of several anonymous runners out for a Saturday run, and this guy took the time to roll down his window, look directly at me, open his fat face, and let out a fake belly laugh! Was he trying to impress his companions in the car? If so, they didn't look impressed.

The only reasonable explanation I can think of is that this guy, being overweight and presumably unhealthy, warped, and miserable, believed he would find salvation in putting down healthy people and their healthy lifestyles. It's sad to think about it. It makes me feel sorry for him.

Of course, at the time, my reaction to him was far from sympathetic. At first, I was surprised, not knowing what to make of this strange, bloated creature cackling at me, so I continued running past the front of his car. But then, I got angry. I turned around and walked back toward his car, yelling, "Do you find something funny? Huh?" But a few seconds later, the light changed, and the coward sped away as fast as his little car could carry his oversized body.

But now, I do feel sorry for him, even though I'm still angry too. Surely, to anyone who witnessed the incident, this guy looked like an idiot. I hope that he will eventually mature and see his unhealthy ways as a threat to his life and happiness. Maybe someday, instead of taking his misery and anger out on healthy people, will use that energy toward making himself healthy and happy.

But who am I to judge?

My faith calls me to love my neighbor, and it further reminds me that everyone is my neighbor. But it is not easy when my neighbors include an occasional miscreant like this guy. Incidents like these remind me that I am far from perfect myself. It would be easy to dismiss this incident as another day, another idiot. But instead, it gives me something more to pray about: not for fewer idiots in the world, but for me to have sympathy for all those who are broken, just like me. This guy showed his brokenness by taunting me, and I showed mine by yelling at him.