It was the Valentine's Day Sunday. Unremarkable, except for the fact that tomorrow is the holiday—Family Day. We went to the Vaughan Mills outlet shopping center to visit the Nike factory store and see if they have the shoes I use for running - Pegasus model. It seems that the shoes I'm using now, the Tailwind, are contributing to the long list of little aches and pains in my legs. That reminds of the old proverb: the wise men learn on mistakes of others, the idiot learns from his own mistakes. That makes me, uhm, an idiot. I knew not to change the pair of shoes that fit me for the last three years, yet I couldn't resist the flashy blue-silver of the new model, and I paid for it with almost a month of pain in ankle, knee and hamstring. So I dusted off the worn out old Pegasus I used before and that's what I wear to train for Boston marathon. That's the main reason why we found ourselves in Vaughan Mills on this Valentines.
It started a little thorny, with me complaining about Meg's choice of parking, which set off a short episode of bickering. It only shows there's still passion left in us, arguing like all lovers do, even after ten years of marriage. We made peace quickly and proceeded to Nike store. It was a perfect teaser - my beloved Pegasus were on sale with special price of only $30. Alas, they didn't have my size. It made me want to scream!
Meg drove us home, dejected and tired. Traffic was good, moving fast with a few cars around us. At one moment we were heading on almost empty avenue, our little Toyota chugging nicely, the traffic light smiling green, when suddenly a green SUV came flying from the side street on our left, through his solid red. Meg laid on the horn, but that didn't seem to trouble the green car, who ran straight into us. Meg—bless her reflexes—swerved into the right lane. Luckily, there was no car beside us. But the green bastard wasn't done yet. It pushed into us even more, making Meg squeeze onto the bus lane. She was still laying on the horn. I am not sure if at that moment the realization finally hit the green driver that: a) he (or she) just ran the red light; and b) he (or she) is just about to crash and, considering the speed, possibly kill some people in a small blue Toyota. Whatever it was, the car finally moved back to left lane and we squeezed by. Meg slowed down, but the green car slowed even more, not daring to come close. It turned quickly to a plaza on the right and disappeared. We never got a clear look at the car, nor the driver.
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