I dont see tutus anymore. I see dead people.
That, and a few random men pushing grocery carts down the street in the dark.
But Im getting ahead of myself.
This morning, I head out for my usual 4-miler at 4:20 AM. I lock the front door and quickly slip the key in my shorts pocket, so as not to drop it and lose it through the porch planking (see much earlier post this summer).

I turn around, walk off the porch in the dark of morning, turn on my Garmin, and what do I see right in front of my house, lying face up in the middle of the street? A dead man. An elderly dead man.

Hes lying parallel to the street traffic. His legs a bit splayed apart. His eyes shut. His hands on his chest, as though maybe he suffered a heart attack. A dead man.
What should I do?!? Should I just leave him and hope for someone else to just happen by and deal with it?

But then I picture a fast moving pickup truck coming down the street, potentially turning his head into a smashed pumpkin and I decide to do the right thing. I wander close enough to see that theres no big pool of blood seeping out.

I then run back up the porch stairs, unlock the door, grab my cell phone, and call 9-1-1.
The dispatcher patches me through to EMS quickly. I give them my address. The lady asks me if hes breathing.

I DONT KNOW! I dont want to get close enough to find out! She calmly replies, I understand. So who shows up first? Two tow trucks! Theres no vehicle involved in this incident whatsoever, but Im thinkin that the towing business is pretty slow at 4:30 AM in Houston. Theyre waiting for the morning rush hour to start, so they can cash in. In the meantime, they hear my report to EMS, theyre bored, are close by, and come check it out.
An ambulance shows up. The EMS guys shine a flashlight in the mans face. I guess he twitched. Hes very drunk and clutching his car keys in his hands to his chest. Okay, so hes not dead. But he looked really dead. They continue to try to move him. Hes not moving. I quickly ask the EMS guys if they need me for anything, or is it okay for me to go run. They shoo me off for my run. I get home 40 minutes later and my street is clear of ambulances, tow trucks, and almost-dead-elderly-men.
And this is why I wear Road ID. Its who I am.
But this is not the end of my story today. No no no. Im at about mile 1.5, on a major street in the neighborhood, with decent lighting and a good bike path on the side that I stay in for safety. Im still trying to get the adrenalin out of my system from finding an almost-dead-elderly-man in front of my house at dark-thirty. And what do I see coming down the street toward me? A clean-shaven middle-aged man pushing an empty grocery cart.

Of course. At 5 AM, in the dark shadows of the morning. He bids me a good morning. Naturally.
Whew! Im thinkin as soon as I get back from the W&D Half, Ive gotta swap over to evening running. Even if the heat kills me. I dont think I really want to know what goes on in my neighborhood at dark-thirty anymore. Its all way too surreal. I'm sure none of you would believe that I live in one of the nicest neighborhoods in downtown Houston. Really!
