42 miles in 6 runs this week - mostly 5-6 milers with one brisk 8 miler and a long run of 12. The long run was a bit of a struggle. I ran the first mile super easy, as always. The next 8 were at a reasonably spritely 9:30ish pace (possibly, in retrospect, a little TOO spritely). I found myself feeling a bit tired in mile 10. And as for the last two - hey, who flooded the street with invisible molasses?
Hightlights? Well, I had my first encounter with a crazy person in some time. Mile 5 of the 8 mile loop that I run on Tuesday nights includes a stretch of, oh, about a third of a mile on a very wide and little-trafficked street. There are no through streets, just a country club on one side and lots of fancy auto executive houses with private driveways. People can and do ride horses down it. Four out of five runs, I don't see a single car.
This was one of the exceptions. A car passes me, then comes to a stop up ahead. (Since the loop involves two right turns, and the street is so wide and deserted, everyone always runs on the right, with the nonexistent traffic.) Some bozo is going to ask me for directions, I figure, but I'm a little creeped out, so I hop up onto the sidewalk.
A window rolls down, and an older man yells out, "you're running on the wrong side."
I yell back to him - yeah, I know, I usually run on the left except on this street, it's so quiet. (Why this compulsive need to explain myself? I get that way when I'm going through customs, too.)
My explanation just incenses the guy, who starts following me with his car, yelling all the while: "you can't do that! you're on the wrong side! you have to run against traffic!" He's so mad, he's spitting. "I was a runner for 20 years, you can't run like that! I know how you're supposed to do it!"
At which point he peels away, leaving me totally weirded out . . . but also strangely exhilarated. I negative split the loop big time.
Wishing everyone great runs and no weird encounters with people with anger issues!