I know this is probably wrong on many levels but I get a certain amount of joy out of the startled looks I get when I'm all of a sudden running by a 'shoddie' or walker that never heard me coming. Well, last night, karma caught up with me.
I was approximately 2 miles into my run when all of a sudden someone was pacing with me. I jumped, stepped sideways to create some room, came down hard on an acorn, and spend the next few hobbling steps cursing under my breath. It was the other BFer from my neighborhood (there's a whopping 2 of us). He quickly apologized and explained that he had just wanted to chat for a bit. We swapped stories for about a mile and then I peeled off to head home. I have a nice, quarter-sized bruise on the bottom of my right foot as a result of the encounter.
The moral of the story - as fun as scaring the 'shoddies' and the walkers might be, it'll come back to bite you in the butt when you least expect it. Guess I'll be saying, "On your right/left." from now on when approaching others on the road.
I was approximately 2 miles into my run when all of a sudden someone was pacing with me. I jumped, stepped sideways to create some room, came down hard on an acorn, and spend the next few hobbling steps cursing under my breath. It was the other BFer from my neighborhood (there's a whopping 2 of us). He quickly apologized and explained that he had just wanted to chat for a bit. We swapped stories for about a mile and then I peeled off to head home. I have a nice, quarter-sized bruise on the bottom of my right foot as a result of the encounter.
The moral of the story - as fun as scaring the 'shoddies' and the walkers might be, it'll come back to bite you in the butt when you least expect it. Guess I'll be saying, "On your right/left." from now on when approaching others on the road.