18th
Who’s the hero?
Yesterday I was running on Whitney Avenue by Lake Whitney and I spotted a giant worm in my path. I deftly avoided stepping on it and continued on my way. A split second later I thought about how tragic it would be if another, less observant, runner squashed him. I couldn’t just leave Mr. Worm to die so I quickly turned back… it was a little gross, but I picked him up and dropped him over a fence and onto a lush pile of grass and leaves. I continued on my run, feeling really good about myself- I had saved the worm from certain death! Then, as often happens on long runs, my thoughts became deeper and more philisophical. I thought about fate and destiny and how I had the power to alter these things. A few minutes later I hit an intersection and saw a car ahead of me rip around the bend and skid up on the curb. Had I been about 30 seconds further along, would I have been hit? Then it occurred to me that “saving” the worm took about 30 seconds. Now you understand my title.
