I’ve had my share of running encounters over the years. I’ve had firecrackers thrown at me from some rebellious teens.
I’ve been hit in the back of the head by a bat. Not the baseball kind, the gross kind.
I’ve had a dog scare the crap out of me, befriend me and then tag along with me all the way home.
I’ve even witnessed a gas station burglary.
Then there was that recent “Attack of the Gnats” episode.
But one thing that remains constant is my daily run-ins with my stalker, Crazy Legs. Technically, I guess I can’t really call him a stalker since I think he’s afraid of me, but if I had a stalker, I would picture him to look like Crazy Legs.
Whenever I see him approaching, he quickly dashes to the other side of the street to avoid me. My guess is that he lacks social skills because I refuse to believe I look THAT scary when I’m all sweaty and very raw-looking.
This morning, I ran hill repeats. To properly run these, you start by finding a GIGANTIC hill. Then, when you reach the top, you run back down and repeat this series six times. You finish it all off with a 30-minute cool down. Let’s just say I’d rather eat sardines over a plate of chopped liver, but it makes me a stronger runner and that’s why I do it.
And that’s when I realized my so-called stalker is afraid of me. Instead of chasing me down, like any crazy stalker would, Crazy Legs was running the opposite direction, away from me.
p.p.s. I put my game face on this week for the Dons over at Word Up Yo.
Kudos to Liz, Natalie and KLZ for making us step up our WOW game.