I was out for a run yesterday. A quick (I know not so quick) 6 miles before work. Running, blowing out the kinks, always helps me get through the day.
I live in Arizona, so running in the summer is a little heroic.. or perhaps foolish.
Either way, when I'm out in 104-degree heat, strangers sometimes can't resist the urge to call out guidance: "Don't overdo it!" "A little hot to run, isn't it?"
If I'm feeling good, hydrated, pacing myself, these negative comments can feel like word bombs tossed in my direction... they make me wince, duck and then I have to shake them off.
That happened yesterday.
But then, at about mile 5, I saw Pure Joy....
A woman who'd been riding her bike, was off the bike, and standing under a heavy arc of water shot out from a broken landscaping pipe.
She stood there under the waterfall in her pink shirt, with her bald head, filling her pink hat full of water and grinning to the sky with such joy.