People We Meet On Runs: A Celebration

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
    Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well. Ps 139:14

If I didn’t run, I never would have seen and met these beautiful people.

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made People Of San Antonio

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Mom Victoria, Son Malachi, Daughter Genesis (Mom finds time to run by having children ride along with her – good job, Mom!)

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Dad Josh, Daughters Peyton, Aubree, Kendall, Mom Angie (Mom and daughters take Dad on a hike at Friedrich Park on Father’s Day, 2016)

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made People of Austin

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Dwayne (Hanging out on the Congress St bridge, with people waiting for the bats to begin their sunset flight for food, Dwayne informs people about bats.)

 

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Families (Families gathered to enjoy Barton Creek on Father’s Day, 2016.)

Fearfully and  Wonderfully Made People In Portland, ME

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Frank (Frank walks his parrot across from the river in Portland, ME, in Oct. 2015)

Author: TD Morris

I am a small business owner (ATX Ultra Eats, gluten-free, grain-free products www.atxultraeats.com) who loves God, my family, my dogs, running, barefoot running, cooking, eating, and reading!

2 thoughts on “People We Meet On Runs: A Celebration”

  1. I also have the joy of traveling and meeting people around the world. This blog post is a great idea: I wish I’d had it myself, but it would feel like plagiarism to copy the idea now. I love it!
    One of my favorite moments of all time was on a run in Shanghai, China, around the outside of Century Park. I took a side-trip along a little river walk, and there, on a bench under an arbor with vines growing on it, on the bank of the river, sat an elderly couple. I heard them before I saw them: he was playing his flute, a wistful, eerie, vaguely Asian tune. I was filled with serenity and respect, and immediately stopped running. As I walked slowly around the corner, the old woman turned the page of the old man’s music, then lifted her head and gently began to sing along in Cantonese. I was frozen in my spot, barefoot, sweaty, breathing hard, but transfixed.
    I watched for a few minutes, even quietly joining them under the arbor, and discreetly caught about 60 seconds of the moment on video before walking away. I didn’t run until I was around the corner and out of sight.
    Although we couldn’t speak the same language- and out of respect I wouldn’t have broken my silence anyway- it was beautiful.

    1. Wow, Barefoot Andrew, thank you for sharing that moment! What a beautiful experience, beautifully expressed! Do you have a blog? If so, please post the name of your blog so I and others can read it! I have more photos of other people I’ve taken but I just haven’t taken the time to post their photos. I agree that at times we need to treat the people we see and meet while running with respect. I pass many street musicians and actor and such when I run in Austin. I usually carry a couple of dollar bills in my flip-belt so that I can tip them. If I don’t have any cash with me for some reason, I don’t take their pictures. I feel as if I’d be exploiting these street artists somehow if I use photographs of them without honoring their attempts at making a living by performing for the public. One of the joys and benefits of running is that we see people and human moments we would otherwise miss. I appreciate your taking the time to read my blog, and to share with others your own experience.

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