“Oh!” I thought to myself during my slow, slow, painfully slow in oh-so-many ways run this morning. “I’ll run up to the top of Diamond Head Crater! That’ll be a fun hill challenge and will partially excuse this hurt-ass (in oh-so-many ways) pace!”
And as I headed to the cross walk, I came upon this sign:
I removed my frayed “shoe wallet” during the Avengers Half Marathon weekend in Anaheim. It had ripped open and my rental car keys had fallen out, prompting me to have to circle back and find them in the dark, all the while having my fellow “helpful” runners tell me I was going the wrong way. That’s all context and excuse for why I didn’t have any money on me as I was out and about. I really should carry some money in case of emergencies but, hey-ho, I’ve fallen and dusted myself off, blood dripping from cuts and scrapes, and hobbled back to my house far-too-often to be worried about needing to get emergency supplies. Or so I thought. Besides, I usually have my iPhone with me. I can call somebody or ApplePay if the need arose.
But I cannot do that when it’s one dollar “cash only” for walk-ins at Diamond Head Crater.
Moral of the story – either carry a few bucks or have a running shirt printed that says, “Brother, can you spare a dollar?”