Last night was my second run since taking a week and a half off due to back pain. While the first run on Friday was a relief to have done, even though I only ran for 32 minutes and 5 km, I really wanted last night’s run to be 48 minutes and our usual 7.5 km with all my intervals completed.
Of course the weather was non-cooperative to say the least. Hot and humid is not fun to run in, but the park was empty-ish and we gave it our best shot.
I felt better than Friday’s run and didn’t notice any back pain or tightness until the final 5 minutes. And it was very mild. So I managed all 3 intervals without having to decide if continuing running would injure me further or not.
But, I did get a little annoyed on our run. We pass a lot of walkers on our runs along the seaside and pass normally without incident. Sometimes it is like running an obstacle course on the weekend when it is more crowded, dodging little kids on bicycles with training wheels and toddlers so excited to move by their own power that they are basically running in place, but in general I can’t complain much.
Looking at all the different kinds of people and what they are doing is one of the things I like about running in the park. We get to see families having a picnic, couples arguing, puppies playing fetch; I enjoy seeing what people do as I run.
Last night we passed a guy among many people who had a small man’s bag crossed over his body. He was walking to be sure. We carried on running and turned around a kilometer later and, as one does, passed him again (still walking). We were in the last third of our second interval when we passed him this time and then about a minute before the interval was to end he passed us carrying his little man’s bag in front of him like a tiny briefcase. He held it away from his body like it was stinky trash. I never saw anyone run with a little bag like this before.
My hubby and I just looked at each other with raised eyebrows wondering what his deal was. We started our 3-minute walking interval and watched him go on, only to witness him stop running as soon as he turned a corner along the path a 150 meters ahead of us. It was weird. He could not have been running but a few minutes.
My hubby and I started running the last interval and quickly caught up to him. As we approached this walker-turned-runner from behind and were mere steps away from him he must have heard us breathing laboriously in the heat. He turned his head, looked at us, and hauled ass down the path once again.
He took a different way than us, but I followed him with my eye and saw him stop a minute or so later. Again, my hubby and I just looked at each other kind of miffed.
This behavior is so annoying to me. I can’t think of a reason why you would do that, but it just seemed like poor runners’ etiquette.
Regardless, I want to thank that weirdo for motivating me to keep running strong through the third interval. Normally I start pooping out, but yesterday, despite the crap weather, this guy kept me going.
I wish he didn’t use us as a timer/spring board to start running, but there’s not much I can do about it. If only he had pretended to look at his watch and start running, like it was planned.
Have you got any weird running stories? Have you run into any unusual runners?