Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

November 10th, 2009 | Posted by Alison Spath in Morning Craziness

Last night after Zak got home I showed him my butt and how high it was from the floor (one inch) and begged for him to handle bedtime by himself and let me off the hook to slither into bed 9pm.

This, my friends, is why it’s almost 10am and I am typing this post in complete silence. When mom’s away, the children will play… with dad… until very, very late at night. I have no idea what time they went to bed (I didn’t ask) but they are still sleeping and I am not complaining.

So anyway.

A typical Tuesday morning, a typical Tuesday morning run. Except today something happened that made me laugh and put a spring in my step for almost my entire 5.24 miles.

I see the same set of folks out in the mornings, day after day – walking alone, running with a friend, walking their dog that from a distance always looks like a pig. Most people smile and say good morning. Some people avoid eye contact and pretend they don’t see me, but I know they definitely hear me when yell to them that I knit the hat on my head.

For a while there was a small, older Asian man who for the sake of painting a picture for this post might be compared to Mr. Miyagi. He was very sweet and would actually stop me to chat like we were old friends. After our first introductory conversation, the next time our paths crossed he came right up to me and gave me a huge hug and kissed me on the cheek like we’d known each other for years. A little over the top? Sure. Did I try to avoid him after that? You betcha. He seemed harmless and even though I changed my route to avoid him, when we did happen to see each other I was reminded that he was just this lonely old dude who wanted someone to talk to for a bit, and that I could definitely take him down if I had to.

Wait a sec. Didn’t I just compare him to that guy from Karate Kid?

Martial arts insanity aside, lately I’ve seen another older gentleman who very kindly and appropriately stays on his side of the road and just gives a little wave and nod when I pass him. I see him out most mornings and today was no different. But this morning he stopped in his tracks as I approached him from the opposite direction. Instead of waving, he folded one arm across his waist and gave a little bow as I ran by. I don’t know what it was about this gesture but it made me smile and even giggle. It made me realize how much I truly enjoy seeing other people out every morning, people who make regular exercise a part of their lives and hit the streets in our neighborhood with me day after day – even if they do sometimes push the limits of societal norms.

Ordinary run done, time for some not so ordinary juice.


Time to introduce the Breville to a new friend. A bunch of new little friends actually.

Rinsed cranberries

1 1/2 cups of cranberries, 2 carrots, 2 small gala apples and a chunk of ginger the size of my thumb. The Daily Plate tells me this glass is about 260 calories.

Looks like Fruit Punch, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought too. Fruit punch in the most literal sense as it totally packed a very tart punch, but the addition of apples, carrots and the ginger made it go down easy.

Cranberry Carrot Apple Ginger Juice

And now I hear finally hear children stirring. Time to wax on, wax off my bloggie-sans.

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14 Responses

  • Cindy says:


    Fresh Cranberries!
    I juiced them before (but they were frozen) and I got a slushi! HAAAA

    I ADORE the color of that! It looks like HAPPINESS in a glass!

    I totally have visions of you sitting on the floor crosslegged, trying to catch a fly with chopsticks.

    My lil one didn’t wax off till 930 last night cuz dada let him have a late nap.

    was a laaaaaaaaaaaate run with no wierd man smooches!

    That would have FREAKED ME OUT
    and the pig-dog! no words …really

  • Bernadette says:

    Yeah, I’m with Cindy nothing against little weird men but NO HUGS PLEASE…

    The juice looks delicious but I have a feeling it may have been a bit TART?

    I’m gonna need to get some fresh cranberries and see what I can do with them!

    Good job on your early morning run!

    Have a great day!

  • Now that’s some red juice I could warm up to (aka not beet juice, blech)

  • Tammy says:

    Ooooo…that sounds especially TART! I love fresh cranberries….I always snag them up this time of year in mass quantities so I can freeze them and have them all year round. In fact, you have inspired me to go make some cranberry sauce!

  • Erica says:

    haha that is SO cute. I <3 cheery old men. That would have made my run too. FUN juice. Love the changes. Enjoy your day!

  • Julie says:

    That’s the best looking glass of juice I’ve seen.

    I can’t believe a man hugged and kissed you out on a run. It’s super creepy, yet hilarious.

    The milage of your run is my birthdate :) Fun.

  • FResh cranberry juice, bestill my heart that looks awessome! I bet you could make some kinda amazing cranberry bread w/ the pulp or muffins or something. That would be better or just as good as the juice.

    I have to say I avoid humanity when I am running. I was attacked running in downtown Chicago a decade ago and I really just dont make any effort to connect w/ random dudes. Women, yes. Men, no. And I still get whisteled/cat called/yelled/honked/etc at when running..it’s like dude, that’s sure the way to my heart, whistling at me. Love it. With my jogging stroller LOL

    Sorry that was a bit of a weird sentiment to share but that’s what blogging does, it brings out all the cobwebs :)

  • Mama Pea says:

    I would drug test the kids if I were you. Past 10? That’s just not normal unless Nyquil is involved.

  • Erin says:

    Ooooo cranberry juice. So appropriate!

    I seriously love cute, socially awkward (somewhat inappropriate) old men. They are seriously the funniest. I was once walking down the street near work and these two old men passed me, and one turned to me and said “You’re about the prettiest gal I’ve seen since Rita Hayworth!! Look her up!” They are good for giggles.

    • Bernadette says:

      This reminds me of a trip to Walmart, a sweet little old guy on a motorized cart… my daughter gave him a BIG ole smile and he did a double take and says “where’d ya get those teeth?!”

      I thought I’d pee myself laughing!!

  • Jennifer says:

    haha…your post made me laugh but also feel sad a little because those people you see every day are going to miss you. Not that you won’t meet new a new Mr. Miyagi. (haha)

  • maria says:

    Was the gentleman who bowed Asian?

    If you like bowing please hop on a plane to Japan ASAP. I bow daily. It’s become such a norm for me that it doesn’t even require thought anymore. This might be a problem for a while when I’m back in good ‘ole America.

    I like that you and your neighbors are friendly. In my neighborhood in the U.S. I had some really fun neighbors who always laughed at me for my runs. They’d even keep count of my laps as I went around the neighborhood circle and ask how many more I was doing. :)

  • Lizzy says:

    i loved it in the summer mornings when i would go running you would def see all of the same people, and i am usually the nod and wave kinda girl, but there were def the fair share of people out there who just didnt care to do either. I can’t believe that guy gave you a hug and kiss. woahhhh nelly! hehe