My new favorite time is 6:30am. On a nice day it’s especially lovely. I go for runs (hehe runs) in the mornings sometimes if I know I have plans after work and I try to wake up at 6am and leave the house for a jog by 6:30.
I love 6:30 people. They are people with dogs, mostly. German Shepherds racing across parks, small white dogs eyeing me suspiciously, labs being labs (sometimes I find labs boring, am I alone here?), big giant Deerhounds smelling stuff. I ran by a lady with three (!) giant Deerhounds this morning and heard her say “come on, kids.” I liked her. I would like to be her friend even though it is likely that her house smells pretty bad.
Another curious thing is that when I run on one particular street I seem to run into a lot of chefs. The Le Cordon Bleu institute is in my neighborhood so I can only imagine they’re students, but what are they doing getting to school at 6:30? Why so early, chef school? Poor guys. And they all have to wear their goofy chef outfits. Those checkered pants and those white jacket thingies. It’s kind of charming though, seeing them all get off the T and walk to school wearing the same outfits. They’re like grown up versions of Irish school children I used to see on the bus in Dublin. They seem annoyed that they have to wear the uniform but not annoyed enough to wear a different outfit and change at school. And some of them, I think, wear those silly pants with pride. “I am a chef in training!” they seem to say. “I command respect!” Good job, guys. Maybe they’re learning how to make crème brulee today.
I also have encountered one woman two days this week already. We’ve passed each other at the same place both times, running opposite directions on Otis Street, just at the crest of the hill (that hill is tough for me, so I’m usually feeling pretty good at that point, having overcome the challenge). This woman is probably in her sixties (maybe seventies) and she wears a long skirt to jog. Why she wears a long skirt I don’t know. I told Billy about her this morning and he said “that’s weird, I don’t like it.” And I said “she’s kind of old” and he said “oh maybe she just has low self-esteem” and I said “maybe she doesn’t have any pants like my grandmother or maybe it’s religious” and Billy said “oh okay then.” I like that we keep passing each other in the same exact spot. She must leave her house the same time as me in the morning. Maybe next time I pass her I’ll say hello. Maybe we will be friends. 6:30 friends.