Monday, June 8, 2009

The Taciturn Jogger

Several years ago, my dear aunt who is advanced in years but is young in spirit and has always maintained her friendly personality, decided it would be good for her to start each day by going for a brisk walk.

So first thing every morning, as soon as her alarm rang, she would rise, wash her face, put on some comfortable clothes and walking shoes and head out the door. She would walk about a half mile, then turn around and proceed back home.

Each morning she passed a young male jogger, probably in his thirties, at the same point of her walk. He would be coming toward her, dripping with sweat, and moving at a pretty good clip. She always greeted him with a few words. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" "How are you today?" "We'd better hurry, it looks like rain.”

Although he always looked her in the eye, he never acknowledged her by saying a word in return. His stern facial expression didn't alter and he just moved swiftly past her.

One morning, her alarm failed to go off. She woke later but left the house for her walk as soon as she could. Obviously, she met her taciturn jogger at a different spot than usual on their route. As they approached each other, before my aunt could speak her greeting, the jogger said in an accusatory voice, "You're late. I was worried about you." Never hesitating or missing a stride, he kept going right on by.


  1. Wow, what a GREAT story! I SO enjoy you writing down these old memories.

    Was this Aunt J when they lived in Sandwich?


  2. Chicken Mama - Yup, you guessed that one right. Can't you just picture her looking forward to meeting her grumpy jogger every morning with a twinkle in her eye?

  3. Great LOL story!
    I see lots of joggers here in Rochester and none of them are smiling! Walking is a lot more fun.

  4. Ruthie - Ya know, you're right! Almost all walkers you see are smiling. But not so the runners. Well, let's face it. Running kinda hurts!