Fifteen years ago I went running a long distance without water. It was brutally hot day. There was a weather advisory in effect specifically telling people not to do what I was doing. But I was young and invincible and went anyway.
You can imagine how this turned out. After the first two miles I thought, “Wow, it’s really hot” and started walking instead. Unfortunately I kept walking and walking and didn’t think about how I was going to get back. Here’s the kicker – not only did I not bring water but I also left behind my wallet with my money and ID. So I couldn’t buy water, drink or a ride home.
The amount of trouble you are in usually becomes apparent when you turn around to go back. When I did, I started feeling woozy and realized I was getting heat exhaustion. By the time I was halfway back home, I was stumbling around like a drunk and people were pointing and laughing. This was along the Charles River in Boston, very crowded. It’s a weird situation when you are in big trouble, surrounded by people and can’t figure out how to ask for help.
At this point a rollerblader skated by and took a long look at me. He stopped, skated back and asked, “Are you okay?” I said, “No.” He said, “Wait here.” He then skated away and returned with two bottles of water. He sat with me while I drank them. I could barely talk, I had tears in my eyes, “Thank you.” After I assured him I was going to be fine, he skated away and I never saw him again.
That was 15 years ago and I never forgot it. Thank you anonymous rollerblader, you are a class A person.