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I was doing my long run on Saturday and my usual route takes me along the farm road that runs parallel to the freeway. For the most part, it’s flat and straight with blankets of farmland, rows upon rows of soil funneling life from the snow-capped mountains jutting out from behind. On this particular day, a truck from behind me, traveling in the same direction, he in the right lane and I on the left shoulder, gently swerved over onto my side. I couldn’t believe it!

Most of the time people give me a wide berth which is so nice, but a lot of the time they don’t even move over an inch. But never has it happened where someone actually drives over toward me like that. I assumed the driver was doing it to get a rise out of me and I immediately felt angry. And then? I noticed he took a wide right hand turn down his private farm road around a giant mess of dead raccoon.

It wasn’t about me at all.

When it feels like people are out to get us, most often, they’re simply avoiding their own giant mess of dead racoon.

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  • Meghan@CleanEatsFastFeets November 14, 2017, 11:03 am

    We do all have our own giant mess of dead raccoons, although technically for me, it’s a literal mouse in the three seasons room right now, courtesy of Oscar. He’s such a kitty pleaser.

  • San November 14, 2017, 2:55 pm

    Oh god, at least you saw that mess of a dead racoon… you could have been upset all day long!

  • Helly November 15, 2017, 8:05 am

    One of my defects (the biggest, I think) is that I always think people do/say things as a result of them not liking me. I always think people don’t like me. So when someone says something, mostly anything, I find a way to turn it into a negative towards me–as if I’m that important. Like you said, 99% of the time, it’s not about me or meant towards me or for the purpose of hurting me in any way, but that’s my reflexive way of taking most things said/done. It’s a sad way to live, lol!

  • Susie @ Suzlyfe November 18, 2017, 7:09 am

    I might be that dead raccoon.

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