Or kismet, whatever you want to call that coincidence that I attribute to God.
This morning, wake up at 7:00 and know I need to get out there to run.
Husband asks me a question, I sit on the bed to talk a bit.
Tell my daughter to take the dog out to do her stuff before I go. Puppy dog (Mitzi) is too excited for her walk, and after I’m a bit more dressed I take her out to the back.
Vladimir comes out and we talk for a bit.
I couldn’t find my watch. I look in all the usually places, and this takes me another 5 minutes. I finally find it in a place I’d already looked (of course).
Go out, realize it is finally, gloriously bright outside and I need my sunglasses. Go back inside to get them.
I’d also been told the day before (by a trainer at Lifetime Fitness who by chance had to move his meeting with me to yesterday) to do a 1 minute walk/2 minute run intervals rather than running straight through, which I usually do on Friday mornings.
During my run, I found myself coming up on a man in his motorized wheelchair. I ran, almost caught up to him, then walked. Did this a couple of times. I caught up to him just as he was passing a driveway. A car was backing up. As I approached, I realized neither saw each other, and the car was going to hit the wheelchair. Of course I yelled and ran towards them. And they stopped, and it was avoided.
I wouldn’t have seen it if I’d been just second faster, and would not have been close enough to be heard and acted on if I’d been just seconds slower.