Road Rage Shamed

Yesterday I was running late for my training appointment...I just kept thinking I have to get there by 4:30! I have to start running! I have to get in that warm-up...I don't want Jersey to cut my workout short because of stupid traffic....why is this woman driving so slow!? What's going on?! I can't pass her because I'm about to exit...She better have a darn tootin' good reason for driving 50 in a 65!

...And that's when it happened.

I started to exit. She stayed straight and as I got up to her to give her a stank "you are crazy lady!" face I saw that she was in fact an elderly woman and she was crying...obviously in pain and here I am, this high strung silly kid whose only reason for making this dear old lady's day a little bit worse was a five-minute warm-up run.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you think you're totally in the right for raging on the road only to find out you're the complete and only wanker?

I need to listen to more classical music.

I feel like it's time to find some stillness to just figure out why I'm really mad...I always act like someone has stolen my lunch money and given me proverbial life wedgies. Gotta stop contributing to the grief.


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