I was about six miles into my six and a half-mile walk this morning, and it looked like I was on pace to beat my time from last week by about 30 seconds.
It was then that I spotted the son of one of our neighbors in his driveway, apparently home for the weekend from New York City where he has lived for the past few years. I yelled ‘welcome home!’ and he replied with a friendly hello and said to tell my wife and son that he said hello.
Never once did I slow down and ask him how he is doing, how things are in New York, how long he was planning to visit. You know, the things normal people ask when they haven’t seen someone for a while.
But not me. I was too focused on wanting to beat my walking time. Why? I don’t have a good answer. It’s not like I’m training for the Olympics.
I realized what I had just done about 30 seconds after I had walked past his house. At that point, there was no way I could turn around and engage in a brief conversation. I already acted aloof, why add weird to it.
My only hope is that I’ll remember this moment the next time I have to choose between acting like a normal human being or a jerk…