Good morning Somebuddy,
This morning you might be right, Tuesday/Wednesday lows of -31 and -32 you would be right for sure!
But a guy can always hope, can't he?
Beats driving a Hummer into a crowd of gypsys any day. That poor salesman must not have been able to live that moment down.
Still 207 this morning but it flickered on 206........went for a 4 plus km walk to the cemetary, did 9 very short sprints, actually got my pace down to 4:16 for the final 150 m. Not that I could ever hold that for 5 or 10 km (don't I wish!) but it felt so good to be moving at that speed. It made my legs discover a pace and stride that has been unused for a while and also helps with one problem I had in races, getting beaten in the last 25 m by people. So I am hoping to improve my finishing kick.
I do have another story that I don't think I ever shared since we have talked about running and races.
In January 2010, shortly after I injured my right Achilles tendon I went in for a cancer checkup in Edmonton. I needed to do some more walking to get in my 10 km and by chance the hotel I was staying at was within 15 or so blocks of West Edmonton Mall. When I was leaving at around 8:30 pm by one of the major north east exits from the parking lot, on foot of course, a truck passed me and then stopped a short distance ahead of me. The passenger got out and came toward me, I don't really remember clearly what he said but he came toward me and swung at me. I remember putting my arms up and backing away and asking him who he thought I was. I don't know that many people in Edmonton, had had no altercations with anyone and don't even recall talking to anyone while I was at the mall. So he turns away and goes back to the truck when the driver gets out and comes around the back to the truck toward me. Upon seeing this the passenger also turns around and comes back toward me. I was very scared at this time as I had no idea what was going on so I turned and ran to the entrance of Sears. They chased me, yelled something at me but I made it into the store first. Was I shaking! I had my Garmin with me and if I recall I hit a speed of 28 km/hr or something like that. Surprise of course is that my heel did not hurt (thank God for adreneline!).
While it is said that running can save your life, in this case it may have literal. What disturbed me the most was I have often wondered if they had caught me if anyone would have helped me. I sadly came to the conclusion probably not as I'm not sure if I would have stepped in if I came across this situation as a spectator..........
I'm not sure if this would have been a random act of violence or what, but it sure took a long time before I stopped jumping every time a vehicle would hit its brakes close by me. Maybe wrong place, wrong time? Darn 20 something year olds anyway.
Cheers,
Garry