Thursday, January 14, 2010

Hey! I'm Running Here!

Unless someone is bleeding, don't stop me to talk when I am running. I am not sure how I draw people to me when I am bundled up like the kid in Christmas Story waddling out a 6 mile run, but it happens.  Here is the latest example:

I am running on Main Street, toward 201. It is -10, and I am just getting warm. A car pulls up. 

Crap. He wants to talk to me.

It is not that I am anti-social, but as Dustin Hoffman said in Midnight Cowboy, "Hey! I'm running here!" (go ahead, click the link, you know you want to.)

The guy in the car rolls down the window about an inch, probably to keep out the cold.

I struggle with my gloves, pull down my balaclava and say, "Hey."

The man stares at me a minute, then asks, "Aren't you cold?"

I think, "Well yes you jackass, especially since you just stopped me, I am a little sweaty and it is -10." but I answer, "Well, it isn't too bad if you keep moving." Hint. F-ing. Hint.

"Huh. Kind of cold for a run.  I didn't even want to go to my car this morning."

"Yeah. No kidding."

"What? Brr.." Widow rolls up a little, he reaches over and cranks the heat up a notch.  The chill must have been getting to him. "Why are you out here?"

I am obviously dealing with a genius here.

Pulling down my balaclava again and say, "I am training for a triathlon. It's cold. I should keep moving,"  I start to run off, sure I have ditched this guy.

The car keeps rolling with me as I run.

Are you serious?

""OH!" he says, "Well...good luck! When is it?  What is a triathlon?"

"August. Swim. Bike. Run. Half Ironman." I reply, still moving.

Big, empty stare and silence as I run away, free at last from the well-meaning neighbor.  I hear the car catching back up to me, and slowing as it neared.

You have got to be kidding me.

"Why are you running now?  You know it is January, right?"

I stop, dumbfounded, not really wanting to take the time to answer him.

"I don't understand why you are out here in this terrible weather training for a race that is 8 months away."

Smiling, I answer, "Because it is fun."

Head shaking, he looks at me one last time, this time with the "she is definitely crazy" eyes and finally drives away.

5 comments:

Racersaurus said...

That's insane.

manfarr1974 said...

Ha, yeah I know. Strangely enough, it has happened to me more than once - not quite this bad though. Cheers, Mandy

BreeWee said...

ha ha, that happens here too, tourists stop you all the time like you are lolly gagging wanting directions.

ENJOY the snowy runs and TAG! Your're it!!! ha ha...

Vanessa said...

wow there really are stupid people everywhere, i'd be mad if someone stopped me like that

Anonymous said...

This is very strange to me. What you described is like out of a movie where I'd be laughing my a** off because I can't believe it's happening. You must feel like a stranger in a strange land ALL THE TIME. I bet you could write a book about this.
Peace,
Tri Sam