The person who I was supposed to run with this morning cxl’d; apparently it was a rockin’ Bar/Bat Mitzvah that she attended last night & a bit too much consumption of alcohol to make it up & out early. Given the forecast was a high of 62°F, I decided to wait for the afternoon. I went on a trail that I knew of but have never been on before. I wore shorts, t-shirt, & gloves, which is a good idea when trail running. Toughest. Trail. I’ve ever run! Mostly ran on my feet, but there was one section where my kester ended up on the ground when my feet slipped out from under me on the rock/boulder. Even though I didn’t need them for temperature, I was very glad (& my hands were, too) that I wore the gloves for protection.
My time was about ⅓ slower/mile than yesterday’s trail run. This one had rock, lots of rock, some needing to be climbed, some of them 5-10 yards long. (Hint, you walk over them rather than run due to footing issues). As the trail runs along the hillside, there were also almost a dozen streams, trickles, &/or mud pits that needed to be forded each way (but no fjords to be pined for!) as the water ran down the hill to the large creek at the bottom.
Given it was the first nice day of the year, & a weekend to boot, there were lots of people on it, & many with dogs, most of which were off leash. A park violation but otherwise a non-issue.
I’m maybe a ¼ mile from the end when some couple is coming towards me with their French Bulldog running around off leash. It’s off to one side but just as I get close to it, it darts across to the other side of the trail. I’m pissed but I don’t say anything, I’m tired, I’m fried, I’m thirsty & I just wanna finish. I pass them, then I hear, “Don’t be a dick!” WTF? I keep running but (mainly on instinct) blurt out, “F - you, leash your dog like you’re supposed to.”
Then I hear, “Fuck you, you faggot, come back & make something of it!”
Really? You wanna fight me because your illegally unleashed little punt of a dog ran in front of me & I didn’t even say anything about it???
:dubious: :smack:
Stopped at the bar I went to yesterday to try the other beer that looked good. (Sorry, I won’t mess with DUI; even getting pulled over costs around $8-10,000 between fees, fines, & insurance surcharges. That’s if you don’t get in an accident & end up like Marco Muzzo).
There were two people standing in the parking lot when I walked in; I thought they were smokers out for a puff since that’s not legal inside when the guy walks up to me & tries to hand me his card; he’s running for [del]criminal[/del] state treasurer. I decline but someone inside had taken it; apparently on the back he’s asking for donations. Really? The best way to fund your campaign is to stand outside some random bar on a Sunday afternoon? :smack:
I inform the guy at the bar that outside of Williamsport, PA (home of the Little League World Series) is Reptile Land; however, directly across the street is Allenwood, where a(n un)surprisingly large percentage of former elected officials reside & that if you want to see the real reptiles, don’t turn into Clyde Peeling’s but turn away from it! 