[Today’s run: 4 miles]
I ran the same route today, down to and along Fossil Creek Parkway.
On the way back I passed a man carrying a duffel bag. Like usual, I said, “Good morning,” when I passed by him.
He said, “What’s good about it?”
I said, “Because it’s good.”
He said, “You believe in God or Jesus or something?”
I said, “I’m alive.” And by then I was too far away for a conversation.
I don’t know if he was being provocative, wanting a conversation, or exactly what. I kept going.
“Good morning” has multiple meanings. It can be a statement of current conditions. It can be a supplication for such to be the case, a blessing on the hearer. It might be that I don’t want people to give a big startled jolt when I run by. And maybe they will remember me and think kindly enough to call 911 when I get smushed by a car at the next intersection. It means all sorts of things.