|Date:||2/11/2008 10:45 AM|
|Course:||South Highland Vera|
|Pace:||10:34 / mile|
I love some Creedence Clearwater. This song had me feeling pretty good in the first mile of the run. I went a little further to South Highland. I’m trying to get over my mind trip of running alone, while Kim recovers from pneumonia. So, after mile two, I stop for two minutes. Yes, I counted it in my performance for the day. As I started running again, all I could think about was the tangerine tree on Vera and 4th street. I had taken a tangerine the day before after that run, and it was marvelous. Juice, dripping down my hands, all over me. Sweat. You know the drill. Glorious.
So, after this run, I grabbed two tangerines. At this point, I realized I’m stealing. But, hey I figured this homeowner wouldn’t mind. It started to nag at me. So, later on in the day I decided I would go apologize and offer her some money for these three tangerines.
I knocked on her door. I was uuber proud of myself, saying things in my head like, “I’m such a good person. I know she’ll offer me some more. No. No. I’m a good person.”
After I explained the tangerine steal to this elderly woman, she said, “Oh, no worries. Whatever tangerines are on the street side are for anyone.” I didn’t explain that I had to practically scale her fence to get them.
Anyway, we were getting along so well, I thought I’d ask…”Well, can I bring my ladder over to get the ones on the street side?”
Her reply: “No, we don’t want to start that.”
I was humiliated. Got in my car. Guess that’s the last of those sweet sweet treats, because there aren’t any more within reach. What I need is a tall friend…