It was 5 AM on a Saturday morning and I was headed out of town to run a race. It was cold, dark, and a little bit icy, and the road was deserted. I always enjoy the quiet of the roads when everyone else is still asleep and I can just cruise unhindered. I had promised my husband the night before that if it was icy, I would skip the race. It was just slightly icy and I really wanted to run, so I started out thinking that if I encountered too much ice I would turn back. Knowing that I was pushing my bounds, I felt slightly on edge, but I was ready to race.
I headed for the interstate. Up the four lane road that usually carried tons of traffic, but at 5 AM, the road was all mine. All mine, except for the RED LIGHT. What do you do when you are all alone on a road and the traffic signal turns RED? I looked in every direction and there was no one to be seen. I wanted to just turn left and hit the interstate. I wanted to ignore the RED LIGHT that was staring at me. I also wanted to forget the voice in my head telling me that it was icy and you had promised. This RED LIGHT felt endless and pointless. Here I was at the crossroads of race or no race at 5 AM on a deserted road. Outwardly, I was obediently waiting for the light to turn green. Inwardly, I was in turmoil. Had I ignored my promise to my husband? Had God orchestrated this red light to actually stop me from going to the race? Should I just ignore this pointless RED lIGHT and get going? Is there a hidden police officer just waiting to nab me when I turn left on a RED LIGHT? What if there is black ice on the interstate? My body and my car just sat there at the light while my mind raced.
GREEN LIGHT. It actually startled me when the light turned from RED to GREEN. For a split second I hesitated then I did the right thing. I made a U-turn and headed back down the empty road. I had promised.