Whenever I get the chance, I run at a local paved rail trail. It usually has a decent crowd that helps to keep things interesting. I also walk, bike and rollerblade there, as well as take the kiddos to the park along the path. I am there often.
For the longest time, there has been a man who walks there often. I would guess him to be about 70ish. He is the nicest man and always gives me a little salute when I pass, as well as a big smile. He is there so often that I just expect to see him. He is even there in bad weather. I love to see him there...it is just comforting to me for some reason.
Well..for the last few months I have not seen him and I have been so worried about him. Since I know nothing about him, not even his name, there was no way for me to find out if he was o.k. It has been troubling me a lot and on my mind when I am at the path.
Today I was at one end of the trail where I turn around and I looked at the cars in the parking lot and THERE HE WAS! He was just getting into his car. He must have been just in front of me. I slowed down and waited for him to look up and when he did gave him a big wave...I was thrilled to see him. It truly just made my day! He was too far away for me to talk to him, but at least I know that he is o.k. and back to walking. I can now rest easy that my "rail trail friend" is back.