Today’s Run:  Rest Day

MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I ran with the running group this past Saturday morning.  The scheduled route was 15 miles and we figured we would do about half of that.  My long runs are on Wednesday and Thursday now, so we do not do uber long runs on Saturday’s anymore.

Seeing as MFH still has a bit of Sciatica discomfort, he ran the first .80 of a mile with me (do not you just love Garmin’s for mundane details like .80 miles?) and then I continued on my own.

It was a very cold morning by Mississippi standards.  It was 23 F. with a light North wind.  Brrr cold!

We ran on Mt. Olive Rd.  Mt. Olive Rd. is rolling hills.  Kill The Hills!!!  That is my motto!  When I run this particular road, that old Lamb Chop song comes into my head with a slight change of words…”This is the road that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends…”  The road Never. Ends.  It goes on forever!

I finally reached the end of Mt. Olive Rd. and turned around to repeat my steps.  Again singing along, “This is the road that never ends…”  I was almost to the turning point on the way back to the meeting house when this pickup truck started heading right towards me!  Yikes!  I stopped running and waited.  The truck kept veering towards me.  I stepped off of the road.  The truck still kept veering towards me.  I stepped into the ditch!  The truck abruptly jerked away and stopped.

This is the point where I tell you I was wearing a blaze orange jacket. You could see me a mile away.  Pretty bright jacket!

The window of the truck rolled down and the little old man started yelling at me!

“How can you expect me to see you!?!” he yelled.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“You shouldn’t be out here running on the side of the road!” he yelled again.

“I’m sorry.”  I said.  And I looked down at my jacket.  It was still blaze orange.

Hmmm…I am thinking to myself.  I do not know how much more visible I could make myself!

I informed him of other runners behind me on the road and moved on.

So, yes, I was yelled at on Saturday morning.  By a cute little old guy.  A very grouchy, cute little old guy.  Gotta wonder if there was something in his Wheaties that morning?      🙂