Richard Wright

I have discovered that there is an unspoken camaraderie between runners pounding the streets and back alleys. Whenever we pass by one another, we each give a steely little nod, an unspoken acknowledgment that we are part of a brotherhood, sisterhood, or just plain hood.

At least, that’s what I assume they mean when they give their steely nods, and I also assume they interpret the same from mine. That mine is actually a silent plea for assistance, an unspoken “yes I will accept your medical assistance, thanks for asking”, has so far gone uncommented upon.

Rules of the road, and all that.