I ran from the cops today. At least, I
think I did. Let me explain:
My run started off like any other. I thought I'd test out the foot* a little further and extend my route into the neighborhood where I grew up. A beautiful morning for a run, I was able to catch up on some podcasts, etc.
I embarked into the old 'hood. About 1/2 mile into it, I opt to run on the sidewalk. It's pretty hilly and I'm not crazy about dealing with someone who's driving at me at 5am. As I veer from street to sidewalk, I notice a little yip dog barking like crazy at me. Nothing unusual there save for the fact that I felt bad for the neighbors that had to listen to that crap this early in the morning. I mean, I could hear this little shit** yapping even with my headphones on. All of a sudden, this denim-clad lady comes shooting out of her backyard, waving her arms like mad and she's yelling at me,
"Get off of my driveway!"
"What?", I ask, still running. Just then, I trip over something on her driveway. They have blocked off their driveway by tying fishing wire from their mailbox to a free-standing trash can.
"We're caulking the driveway and you just ruined it!", she screeched.
"It's fucking 5 o'clock in the morning! How the hell am I going to notice that?" I retort, still running away from her.
"You did this last week, too!"
"Oh, I was not and if you'd read my training log and blog you'd realize that I took the week off to nurse a suspect foot." Actually, it sounded more like this:
"I was not. Just relax!"
So I continued my route, completely dwelling on this confrontation that just happened and knowing that she'll probably be there when I make my return.
And she was.
"I'm going to call the cops! This is ridiculous! You're gonna pay for this mess! See the sign?"
On the trash can was piece of paper that had something written in pencil on it. "What? How the hell am I going to read that when it's dark out? And there's no mess! Go ahead and call the cops!"
And then we parted ways. I went back to my house to continue my day and she probably went back to her rocking chair to polish her shotgun.
Couple this incident with the one where, as I was starting my long run a couple of weeks ago, a deputy cruiser kept following me in my neighborhood. I walked up to my "starting line", stretched out and set my Garmin. All the while, he's creeping along at a smooth 3-5 mph. I waved to him to indicate that I'm not some sort of psycho with a fuel belt. He just sped off in the other direction when I started running. A friend of mine, who's a deputy sheriff told me that he probably thought I was suspicious. Really? What's suspicious about someone wearing a fuel belt and standing at a street corner at 4:45am on Labor Day?
So there's one or two more drawbacks to running in the morning.
*Foot Update - This is Day 2 running on my sore foot. When I run, it's kind of sore, but it's more of an annoyance than painful. It was only a 5 mile run today, but I ran with my other new pair of shoes and that seemed to help a bit.
**Can you tell I'm not a small dog fan? Anything you can put in a backpack or purse is not a dog. It's a rodent with a panting problem.