The Last Sapien | love chalks and hate

The love chalk and the hate spray |

It was yet another gift of spring after a few rainy days, going out running crossing off yet another week of build up for a marathon run. After running the same course time and again all I had to decide was to change the course of my run to see the same thing as if it is new.

The town of Arlington is one of the few towns that the bike path from Concord to Boston is crossing, it resides between the fancy Lexington and the educated Cambridge and strives to keep its humble spirit. Part of this spirit is printed on the bike path where every few hundred feet there are word couples that are opposites, say construct and destroy, black and white day and night and so forth, just a fun companion instead of staring at a boring black pavement and symbolizing the opposite direction of how you run. Running for me is the most brain draining activity as I unplug myself from electronics, while being monitored both by my new running shoe app and my fit bit, I trust it is good enough, I do not want music, radio podcasts or anything else that would interrupt my quality time with me.

So in a gap between thoughts I realized that I can try to run on all the positive phrases as although opposites, it did not keep one way sided positive and the other negative, it is against the town's overall mindset, therefore they placed some on each running directions, therefore 'keeping positive' would make me zigzag on the path, not cool, so I had to trust that by the time I finish my run it will be mostly positive than negative - yeah, it was not evenly split, which is so much like the bottom line of our imperfect life.

Smart and simple more than its two neighboring towns Arlington just won the award of being humble and brilliant at the same time. Turning around the corner to make that one lap around Spy Pond and there was the path where all the colors in the world and fun writing that were there a few days ago washed by the rain and the winds, keeping the path empty from love and welcoming chalk writing. Only some informative gas pipe marking and cable future dwelling would keep in place. Other writings were just painted messages of hate on the beams of the bridge and outside Alewife station screaming devastation from one's or few ones' life. Here are true bold opposites the hate spray and the loving chalk, too long of opposites for the path to hold . . .