Does whisky count as beer?
So…when I first started running again (after F tricked me into signing up for the half marathon with him), I randomly started reading running blogs. Because, I like blogs and it helps me pretend that I can be a runner too…and also…that’s just how I roll (and speaking of that’s how I roll…I have this insane unexplained crush on the Jonas brother’s song “That’s Just the Way We Roll”. QUITE Embarassing).
I found a few that I really like and got added to my daily reads. Viper is all about the drunk running (whom I have recently been attempting to emulate…thanks stress!). FeetMeetStreet is the guy who gave you the Tortoise and the Hare story I linked to earlier. And Vanilla is always good for a laugh and fun links. And seriously…their blogs are much better than mine. You should go read theirs instead.
Anyways, Viper’s post today made me start thinking of the people I see all the time when I’m out running. Um…yeah…since I usually run on a commercial road that lots of trucks drive on (my intelligence is lacking on SO many levels), I don’t really see too many people out there running. However, lately, there have been a dad and his autistic son (I’m assuming he’s autistic…he has a lot of the symptoms…but I could be wrong I guess) randomly walking there. This bothers me for a few reasons…but mainly:
1 - Why the hell are they walking HERE? There is NOTHING around here other than my work and the other plant down the road. The two mile stretch of road is otherwise DESERTED. Where did they come from and is this really the best place they have found to go walking? I only run there b/c it’s convenient to work and I enjoy playing chicken with the trucks. It’s good for getting up the heart rate. I suppose the dad could be an employee at one of the two places…but why is his 7(ish) year old kid with him??? Neither of the plants have on-site daycare!
2- Why do they THROW things at me? Seriously. They’re freaking weird. I usually pass them multiple times on my run and EVERY time I run by in either direction they throw sticks or dirt or grass or something at me. This is a relatively recent occurance…but it’s been happening every time I run after work. (Um…another reason I started running in the morning). The first time I actually thought I was imagining it…b/c all I could think was…who the hell throws grass at someone? I even started running on the other side of the road in an attempt to get away from them…so they started finding small rocks and sticks to throw that will actually make it across the road. I said something to the dad the one time…and he laughed and threw grass up in the air and in my face. Seriously. WEIRD.
Luckily my waking up at 5 and going running seems to be helping in the avoidance of these two…however, unfortunately…there is a huge increase in the number of trucks at this time of day…leading me to believe I need to find a new place to run. I’m wondering how scary the park is (seriously…WAY too many horror stories from jersey to ever like running in a park) at that time of day (and really…are squirrels throwing things at me any better than those two?).
