So here I am, with a wee bit of experience and a wee bit less likely to make a total fool out of myself.
The idea here is to write about my runs, recap some races, and hopefully squeeze into the running community.
When I run, I get pissed off sometimes. A lot of times.
Here is a random sampling of some of the pissed off times I can remember. If they don't sound like a big deal to you, it's because you aren't in the middle of a run right now.
- Every time I have heard a person whistling at me. Gross.
- Every time I have had to listen to someone else's music because they don't wear headphones. (?!?!?)
- The time when a guy's dog was off leash and even though it was small it ran up to my feet and started growling and trying to bite my ankles and the guy didn't seem to think this was impolite, much less downright douchetastic, and finally I had to stop my run and walk towards the owner so he could leash up his dog.
- The time when I was running and a woman in a truck slowly pulled up beside me and relentlessly pursued my attention even though I was wearing headphones and ignoring her but finally I had to acknowledge her and tell her where she was because she was "lost."
- The time when one of those lame bikes where you sit on the ground passed from behind me and told me to "watch out" even though there was plenty of room for her to go around me and she was coming from behind so, couldn't she see me? Um, because I don't have eyes in the back of my head so I am not sure what I would be watching with.
- The time when the rattlesnake wouldn't get the eff out of the middle of the trail and I had to turn around and I couldn't finish my 17-mile loop.
- The time when the man riding a bicycle came up behind me as silently as possible in the park and he had his three-year-old on the handlebars which I thought was pretty stupid and dangerous and the second he got behind me he suddenly blasted Coolio from maybe a tape player? I may have yelled at him.
- The time when I finished my first/currently only ultramarathon and the finish clock wasn't on at the finish. And the excuse was it was "windy." Ok, great, well it was so windy at the top of the mountain I was literally closing my eyes hiking up the side of a giant rock so, puh-lease, I want my damn finish clock.
- The time when I was running the LA Marathon and there was NO GATORADE FOR THE LAST FIVE MILES OR AT THE FINISH LINE. There was "supposed" to be. And it was hot out.
- The time when I finished the LA Marathon and was asked to wait in the longest line ever to pick up my checked gear. I didn't wait. I was fucking tired. That was so lame.
And there you have it. The inspirational moments behind the slogan "not now, I'm running."