Today, I walked in Vila Madalena. I still feel some pain, but I can’t stop. Besides, I can enjoy the opportunity of seeing the streets, the people, the stores, the squares and the pace of the city.
While passing by an avenue, I saw an elderly man training in a small square placed between two streets, where there was less moviment.
That man seemed to be in his sixties. He was tall, thin and bald. He was jogging, slowly, taking short steps, from side to side. Sometimes, he was out of sight, probably because he went back there before returning and restarting all over again. No rush, under a nice shadow.
When I saw him, I thought: This guy is crazy! He keeps running in circles in such a small area... If he’s on the streets, why doesn’t he use the sidewalk and enjoy freedom?
When I realized I was having such foolish thoughts, I swore at myself and corrected my ideas. Who knows what his limits are or what he feels like doing? Who knows if he’s not having fun that way? Actually, it’s kind of cool to leave the world behind and simply spend sometime in a cozy place, walking slowly or running.
It’s great when you realize that running, walking or simply spending some time alone has no place, time, rules or patterns. You just have to feel like it and do it.
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