Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Cars:2, Jon:0

Went running last night. Dinky little three miler. No big deal.

Except that I’ve learned once and for all time that I really am no match for a car.

Since I currently don’t possess the ability to run in the mornings very well, I run pretty exclusively at night, except for long runs, when I drag my sorry booty out of bed before the sun comes up. Most people think I’m an idiot for running at night, but those people probably already think I’m an idiot for one reason or another anyway. I’m thinking of taking a poll.

I was out huffing and puffing my way down the road, facing oncoming traffic as you’re supposed to do. Or is it the other way around? Whatever. I’m facing oncoming traffic. So this car is headed toward me. Its high-beams are on and I was pretty much “blinded by the light” and having some trouble seeing anything but the two pin-points of light stabbing at my retinas.

I was running in the street, but way over on the shoulder. This little section of the road didn’t have a sidewalk and no curbs. Grumble. I’m now composing a stern letter to the County.

So since I really can’t see squat in front of me, I fail to notice the Mercedes Benz parked there on the side of the road.

I ran right into the stupid piece of finely crafted German engineering. Well, technically my left hip/thigh hit the beast and I kind of glanced off the front fender.

Right into the oncoming car with its brights on.

Panic set in then, overcoming the pain in my side. (Which, amazingly hasn’t even bruised, which I guess doesn’t speak too highly of how fast I can run.) I sort of stumbled a bit and started my arms flailing so my forward/sideways momentum wouldn’t carry me in front of the oncoming car and so I wouldn’t go “splat” all over it. I smacked into the Benz again. This time into the front door.

Which set off the car alarm.

Then Mr. High Beams honked at me. And you know how I love that! Though I could barely hear it over the combined din of my iPod and the Mercedes’ alarm.

I ran pretty fast after that.

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/06/06 at 12:09 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post Running Log. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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