Zion Fun Run

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Here's what I have to say. I hate videos on blogger. They don't upload. I left this blasted thing uploading all night and it didn't work. So my thought is I can't do it, and I dont understand how all you mothers do it who have no time. Am I doing something wrong? So this post is a failure, but I'm leaving it up to illustrate my failure.

Thievery

On Friday I was thieved.

That's right; someone tried to steal from me. I kinda feel like this is payback for the wrong I did some unknown, unsuspecting family the day before. It all started one overcast, rainy day, Thursday to be exact. I was reading meters, and actually enjoying the quiet and peace that accompanied the rainstorm. It was a warm enough morning and things were going well. Until I entered one inconspicuous backyard that seemed completely devoid of dog-life. The gate had no latch, and was ever-so-slightly open, there was no dog poop in the yard, no mention in my handheld of the presence of a canine, and yet, when I walked across the whole yard and got to the other side of the house, up hopped a little black beast, off the chair he jumped, and out the fence he ran. And I mean ran. This dog was fast!

I dropped my stuff and headed out after him, but there was just nothing for it. I was able to stick with him for about blocks, all around the neighborhood, but the very nature of this dog kept me from getting too close. I tried to stay back because whenever he saw me, he went from casually sniffing whatever was near, to sprinting at top speed like the devil was after him. Anyway, after about twenty minutes of this, I lost him. And to shorten the story up, I looked, asked the mail-lady to look, called Smalls and had her drive around looking, Smalls found the dog and tried to catch it-obviously not happening, met up with Smalls to try and corner the dog, even with both of us on the attack we lost the dog again, called my boss and she said to give up.

The moral of this side-story is that I lost a dog. I guess in essence you could say I stole the dog. So karma was against me, and payback attempted to exact its revenge the next day, when I went back to the same place to finish the route.

It was a beautiful warm day, and I had my windows down as I drove house to house getting the few meters left to me. I saw two boys walking around the neighborhood, but I had seen lots of kids walking around as it was time for school to be out. I was exhausted, having run seven miles that morning and having finished another route previously. Anyway, so I parked the car at the end of this side street I had to do, and left my windows down but locked the car. I had finished one side of the street and was working my way back up the other when I noticed hooded punk number one skulking around my car. My first thought was a suspicious thought, but I never expect to be actually thieved, so I dismissed it and kept working. But I pondered what was in my car that he could take, and upon realizing that my ipod was sitting in the open determined to keep my eye on the car until I finished the four houses left. So thinking, I came out of the backyard and glanced at my car, only to see said punk approach the car and stick his arm in the window, glancing around. I immediately yelled "Hey!" but as he didn't respond, I started running and continued "That's my car!", my voice getting slightly more aggressive. At this point he looked up and took off running. Another lady also took off running after him, tossing her high heels to the side as she ran down the street. It was an amazing group effort, but I was pretty sure he hadn't gotten anything, and confirmed it after getting in my car.

So I wasn't actually robbed. But the experience was exciting, and I was actually a little glad it happened. One, I realized I will fight for what's mine. Two, I also realized that me and this punk are bonded, joined together in this one moment that impacted both of our lives. I wondered what he thinks of me. Does he think-"stupid girl" and curse that I caught him? Or does he feel a little guilty and sad that I saw him? Was it just a fun rush for him, or something he does all the time? I don't know, and I'll never see him again probably, but I enjoy that we have shared this experience. That's all life is, experiences that we share with others. I had two really amazing experiences this past week that I will hopefully write about soon, but they made me realize the wonder of humanity, of every person no matter their mistakes or problems, no matter how it affects me.

So thank you punk. And thanks for not succeeding.