So I’m doing my usual saunter down the boardwalk, and this young man goes racing by me – excellent runner’s form – shoulders low, arms pulling him forward, good pace. I have a flashback to my sons’ high school cross-country meets – good memories. And continue on. Not much time goes by, and now I see this same runner sitting on a bench in the park – I note that it did not take him long to pass me, and then return to the park. I have to ask: “Are you getting ready for cross-country season?” And he grins and says that he graduated from Western (Western Washington University) last Spring, and he used to run track for WWU – he can already feel himself getting out of shape without the discipline of the team, he says – and he’s trying to get back into shape. I am impressed by this. I think back to my own track and field days, years ago, and how kind of cavalier I was about my athleticism. Took it for granted. Never occurred to me, as a youth, that one needed to be disciplined about that sort of thing. But this young man gets it. He introduces himself – his name is Alex Tilley. He’s friendly and good-natured, and tells me – without any hint of conceit or egotism – that he holds some records at WWU. (I googled. He does.) I ask him if I can put him in my blog, and he cheerfully agrees to this. And I think this is what impresses me the most – not his records or discipline – but his open friendliness to a perfect stranger. Cool young man.
I continue on my saunter, and in a few yards I run into Savannah and her mom having a picnic on the boulders. Have to get a picture of that, too, of course.
As I’m leaving the park I glance down and see what looks to be a purple blanket covering the rocks next to the bay. What the…? I look again and see that it’s actually a blanket of purple starfish … very cool!
Another fine day on Bellingham Bay.