I ran into my dad on my way to work this morning. I was heading to the gym and he was on his morning jog. We chatted for a bit and I asked if he was heading to his office or to the gym.
"No, I'm meeting Libby. She's on the F-Market, but I'm beating her." He gestured behind him, towards the out-of-sight train my mom was on.
"Meeting her for what?"
"Just to meet her when she gets off at her stop."
My parents do this thing where they walk down to Market and Church together. My mom hops on the F-Market, and my dad jogs along Market street. I'd always thought that he went straight to work, but apparently he waits for her at her stop, says hello/goodbye, and then goes to work.
I said goodbye to my dad and watched him race off. For a moment I felt sad; a pre-emptive sadness for the days when I won't see my dad on his morning jog, racing to meet my mom.
It's strange when you feel so happy in a moment that it saddens you that the moment is only temporary.
Sweet. Hey, when I'm not chasing her streetcar anymore, it's probably because of three things: 1) she figured the underground is faster, even if it's more crowded, 2) she's got a new gig that means she doesn't need to commute to work every day, or 3) she decided to take up jogging with me.
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Sorry Pete. #3 ain't gonna happen.
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