Multitasking My Run
Most Saturday mornings, Hubby and the kids do cartoons and breakfast, while I work out my weeks’ accumulated stress and sedentary achiness.
Today, I ran a favorite route: a hilly road featuring a nice smooth sidewalk, stately homes, and a well- kept Trustees park overlooking the river, and Boston beyond.
And then, there was trash.
Yeah, I run past plenty of it, like discarded nips and water bottles, wrappers and coffee cups and such. I tend to wrinkle my nose and wonder When is someone going to pick that up? Such a shame!
But just as I crested the hill, a huge sheet of brown wrapping paper floated across the sidewalk, and I couldn’t run past it, because I ran into it.
Disgusted, I bunched it up and tucked it under my arm, determined to toss it at the riverfront park where I knew there were garbage cans.
For some reason, though, once I’d picked up one piece of trash, I couldn’t ignore the rest. For a quarter- mile or so, I ran and stopped, ran and stopped, and collected this handful:
Proud of my civic- minded effort, I deposited the mess in the appropriate receptacle and went on my merry way, back up the hill towards home.
But… I could no longer ignore the litter that seemed to be strewn everywhere along this otherwise beautiful stretch.
So, I decided to pick it up.
No, I didn’t pick it ALL up. There was just too much! And, I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring myself to touch any abandoned baggies of dog poo.
Yes, I couldn’t WAIT to wash (scrub, disinfect) my hands.
But damn! Look what I accomplished:
Not bad for a spontaneous decision in favor of the common good! Especially one that took so little time and effort.
(Of note, just when I was wondering how I could possibly hold any more garbage, I found this grocery bag…. Someone up there really wanted the street cleaned!)
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We went to our neighborhood’s little beach last weekend, and I was so disgusted I wished I had one of those contraptions where you can pierce the trash without bending over? Broken glass, wrappers, apple cores. F*cking gross, people. It’s YOUR beach! Come on!
I know!! So many people enjoy this area, and yet so many of these same people leave dog poo bags and crumpled food wrappers… So disappointing.
I walk by the same trash every morning … I think I will take a trash bag tomorrow!
I’m pretty sure people thought I was doing a great thing, or was a little nuts… I tried not to worry about it! If you do a little cleanup let me know how it goes… I hope to do the same most runs!