This week’s Blog topic was suggested by Rick Phelps. He wanted to discuss strange/interesting things that have happened on a run or in a race. OK Rick! Here you go!
The are so many strange things that have happened through the years on both training runs and in races. I had an encounter with a mountain lion, been caught in a hail storm, and been screamed at by a “mean lady on a porch.” (This became the name of that particular loop.) I watched a teammate run straight into a parked car, and so many other incredible and funny moments! The one thing that stands out in my mind as particularly strange, happened one summer evening as I was running with about 20 teammates on the University of Colorado Cross Country Team. We were doing a run called “The Tank.” This is a 13 mile out and back on dirt trails in the country side east of Boulder. Maybe a mile into the run, we were still in a pack enjoying some conversation and friendly banter. Up ahead we could see a shirtless man riding a cruiser bike toward us at a slow clip. No one thought anything of it, but as he got closer and closer, we realized that something was off about this dude, but we could not really tell what it was. Finally, when he was only a few feet away, it became clear that he was wearing only the clothes he was born in! He rang the bell on his handlebars to give us a friendly hello, and 20 distance runners toppled over like a bunch of bowling pins. We were laughing so hard as this naked rebel slowly rode on giving us a friendly wave. What made it even funnier is that we knew the woman’s team was about five minutes behind us!
I have two quick stories. #1 Just about a year ago, I was dive bombed by an owl on a run. I have no idea what I did to upset this beautiful, yet very scary, raptor, but it swooped over my head from behind and scared me half to death! It landed in a tree up ahead and as I got closer, I could see that it was giving me the death stare. My heart was pounding and I was confused by what had just happened. I stopped cold wondering what to do. It was like an old western show-down at high noon. I decided enough was enough and I turned to continue my run and hoped it would leave me alone. As soon as I turned, I looked back over my shoulder to see the huge beast take flight and zero in on me once again. I threw both of my hands into the air and screamed at it like a wild animal! Just as I was thinking I was about to be shredded by its razor sharp talons it turned away, barley missing my face. I sprinted about 150 meters up the trail and turned around to see the owl perched in a tree still staring me down. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn he was standing on one foot and flipping me the “bird” with the other.
#2: Back in college I had a teammate (who will remain nameless) who had an upset stomach from too many hot wings the night before. We were running in a group on a dirt road, when he said he could not hold it any longer. He disappeared into the trees for a bit. When he caught back up, he was only wearing one sock! We all started laughing at him, but he quickly disappeared into the trees a second time. When he caught up again, he had on no socks at all. Amazingly, he darted off into the trees a third time while the rest of us wondered what he would do since he was out of socks. When he came back this time, both the sleeves had been ripped off his shirt! It was one of the funniest runs I can remember.
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