Just an Average SKIRT

With Born to Run audiobook on my ipod I headed out for a short 25 mile bike to a 5 mile run.  Nothing too major, racing a sprint on Sunday you know.  Finished up the ride and headed out the door for a quick 4.5 miles as time was running tight and I had clients to see.  Headed out north on the bike bath along Broadway, crossing Table Mesa and onto the frontage road….feeling great, loving my new book (more on this later….I know its going to leave me significantly conflicted) and out of the corner of my eye I see a little person walking south on the side walk.

He’s no more than 2ft tall, head down, shoulders bouncing up and down;  no doubt crying.  ‘aw, poor little guy…probably got in trouble with his mom…’….his mom, where is his mom?  Adult, anyone, anywhere?  Noone - this little dude is walking all by himself.   One of those moments where you realize, I need to take responsibility and deal with this.

I approached the little dude with caution and convinced him that I could be trusted - this was so scary becuase I realized I was saying all the same things some scumbag who did not have this child’s best interest in mind would have said.  Luckily, he felt that safety and reached up for me to pick him up.  Although he felt like 150lbs (new found respect for motherhood #1), he was probably about 1.5 yr - 2 yrs old, no more.   Long story short, I carried him to the nearby King Soopers, called 911, cleaned up the little dude, changed his diaper (new found respect for motherhood #2, WTF with all the diaper choices…) and waited for the police to come.  Putting my little dude in the cruiser put me into an emotional spin, how could I have become so attached to this guy and concerned for his saftey in less than 2 hours?  How could this little stranger pull at my heart strings and fill my spirit so quickly?

I waved to my little dude who sat strapped in, so small in the police car clutching the juice I gave him and staring into my eyes…. I walked home quietly, welled up eyes, a low grade bilateral strain of my brachialis muscle (how is a kid that small, so freaking heavy?) and an overwhelming hope that I had done the right things.

Received a call from the office about a half hour later, my little dude had wandered away from a day care center down the road from where I found him.  He was safe.

Needless to say, no run…but I am certainly left wanting more…

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