I don’t particularly like complaining.
Doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t do it- but I don’t enjoy it.
I decided on my 50th birthday that I am not about to spend the next 50 or so years , going on and on about things .
Either I can change the situation-or I can’t- either way- what’s the point of whining about it?
I already told you I happen to live in a rural small village, which looks extremely beautiful between march 1st and march 31.
Other seasons are less agreeable , as it tends to be really hot at summer, everything is still dry in autumn, and winter can be quite cold.
I do have a stunning running trail, and on many days I get to see cows and horses, and their young calves.
I took the picture above just to prove my point, as I come from the world of evidence rules the world.
Just when you were contemplating getting absolutely and furiously jealous at me, here I come forth telling you about the strange habit of some people to slam dunk whatever garbage they have, exactly where they happen to be.
This sporty habit of theirs, caused me to frown and get upset -and complain about it- every friggin’ time I went for a run, and that’s a lot of times. (individual sports are allowed here, and I am using this permit as much as I can).
The A-HA moment came a few weeks ago, when reading David Sedaris’s “Calypso”.
In case you like to laugh (out loud) and then understand how perceptive that book was- go read this book. I got it on my online free library and spent a great Saturday reading, laughing and thinking.
Best way to spend a Saturday- in my opinion.
Sedaris tells about his garbage collecting hobby, (and how he became his fitbit’s slave, and more), and then came my A-HA moment.
“That’s it!” I understood.
Instead of frowning and whining and thinking “somebody should do some Thing about this! this is outrageous!preposterous!” ( loved that lawyer caricature Jacky Chiles on “Seinfeld”), I’ll get up and do it myself!
If you want to shoot- scoot (and collect garbage)- don’t talk.
This is my running pouch, super useful -I can put my phone, stick my corded headphones- if I feel like using them , or just pair with my Bluetooth earphones, if I choose, and- as I recently discovered- I can pack 2 plastic bags I save and re-use (often times my online supermarket wraps some products separately- though they generally use brown paper bags which eases my conscience).
I have no shares in the pouch business , honestly until recently I thought pouches were gone in the 80’s, but here I am, literaly running around with my pouch.
The thing is- as much as I don’t mind collecting the garbage I will not touch it with bare hands no matter what.
I thought of taking gloves, but the thing is I collect while running- I stop , pick up the trash, and keep running, and throw the bag as soon as it fills up-and there is a limit to everything- running with kitchen gloves is where I draw the line.
You might think- much like my partner by the way- that my efforts are hopeless, and the people that throw garbage will keep on doing it, but I believe that there is a lot to be said in favor of the “broken windows” theory- meaning- a pile of garbage is an open invitation for people to keep throwing , whereas a clean place might -over time- inspire those same people to think twice before starting a new pile.
I can tell you that since I started collecting- the streets look so much cleaner, I absolutely enjoy my runs, and people started talking to me about joining in and cleaning too.
I don’t know what the future holds, I don’t even know how long I can run and clean, but in my experience- it definitely beats complaining , mainly because I found out I pout while complaining, thus potentially creating new wrinkles, as opposed to smiling- which create crow feet wrinkles near my eyes- and those I am really fond of!
Enjoy- the cooliflower.