Today’s Boston group (Runners World forum) prompted some ‘true confessions’ which made me think about some of the foibles of running, at least in the case of yours truly.
* I am a secret racer. Nowadays, I’m not fast (or young) enough to beat anybody when they ‘know’ I’m racing them, but I have scored many a victory on training runs when I routinely vanquish many an unsuspecting jogger, happily listening to his/her iPod while getting beaten to a pulp. Figuratively speaking of course… Every now and then one of my ‘adversaries’ would wake up and start to race me back. Oops. Usually it would be another middle-aged guy who doesn’t enjoy being passed by anybody even remotely in his age category. The result? A planned ‘easy’ 10 mile run would end up being a messy, sweaty affair with two balding, paunchy guys increasing the pace so as not to fall behind – or to get ahead – all while pretending that it is just a routine training run.
* I have a weakness for blondes, so I often – totally coincidentally of course - happen to find one for ‘companionship’ in a long race. They don’t seem to mind. Or maybe they are just super polite. Whatever. As the French song goes, Auprès de ma blonde - Qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon - Auprès de ma blonde- Qu'il fait bon dormi. It is all very harmless, of course. See for yourself.
* When I’d get dehydrated at the end of a long run, which used to happen more often when I was younger and less slow, I would get aggressive with cars. Resulting in rude gestures to drivers cutting me off, slapping the trunks of cars trying to run over me in driveways, and so on. I would not recommend this behavior and have stopped doing it. I never got shot at, but had to take some evasive actions once or twice.
* I do not like it at all when pedestrians (walkers) totally block the way by walking 3 of even 4 abreast. Don’t they know this is a running path… So I would often scrape right by them when passing from behind, no doubt helping to make runners less than popular amongst the walking fraternity. Sorry about that. One time in