Tuesday, September 15, 2009

10 Miles and a Wanker

As many of you know, I am training for two 1/2 marathons with in two weeks of each other. So yesterday I set out to do 10 miles of running. In my head it was a piece of cake. For my body it proved to be tough at around mile 8. I did do a bit of walking, but I did do a whole lot of running. My route? It was a nice one. It involved some country back drops as well as some residential zones.

I started off at a good steady pace. I was proud of myself for doing so well in the beginning. As the miles toiled on I started to do my typical self talk:

Me: Come on Suzi, you can do this.
Alter Ego: Yeah, but I really don't want to.
Me: Just keep running.
Alter Ego: Why run, when I can walk and give myself a bit of a break?
Me: The more you run, the quicker you get this over with.
Alter Ego: Good point.

This conversation is one that is played in my head over and over. I have to tell myself to "Just keep running!" and I do, for the most part. I am about 3.5 miles into run on a beautiful road, hills on my right and subdivisions on my left. The weather is cool, comfortable, with splashes of clouds in the bright blue sky. Lots of people run and ride their bikes around my town, but I was totally unprepared and a bit disturbed after one bike rider.

I am a pretty polite person, even while I am running. I always acknowledge people who are around walkers, runners, bikers, etc. This particular morning is no different than any other, I greeted all as usual. Well this one biker nodded at me in greeting and I followed suit. As my head nodded my eyes tracked with the angle of my head and holy crap what was that?

Mr. Biker Man was in uber short shorts and he was totally exposed. Riding along on his seat was his "unit". Holy crap was I seeing things? Well let me tell you I was a bit disturbed and kept a good eye over my shoulder to make sure he didn't make a U-Turn and follow my route. Could he have not known? He was riding his bike, minding his business as if it was just a leisurely bike ride. Totally bizarre.

I told my dear loving hubby about the incident and the only advise he had for me is "Well, you better make sure you have pepper spray with you." He wasn't a bit concerned. Humph!


Christina said...

That sound like something Daddy would say too.

Julia said...

Why did I know already that someone exposed his unit to you.... I think next time just spray him for the hell of it. Freaking pervs!!

Sally's World said...

I wouldn't be aiming for his face when you spray him awful, he MUST have known! perv!

well done on the marathons though, and 8 miles is impressive!

Jenny-Jenny said...

Way to go on the running! What a disgusting distraction... Take the pepper spray!

monica said...

Aww how disgusting. How could he not know that it was hanging out - maybe it was hot!

The Cookie Girl said...

He totally had to know! What a perv.

Grand Pooba said...

I'd taze his goods!

Frogs in my formula said...

Ahahahahaahahah. He had to know--I'm assuming he'd be able to feel the breeze on his goods. Too funny!!

Aunt Spicy said...

I vote for pepper spray! But way to go on the running and the 1/2 marathons!

Mammatalk said...


But, good luck with the running!

Carolyn @ My Backyard Eden said...

Ick! Maybe he doesn't like that hot sweaty feeling from those tight bike shorts...That would have creeped me out!
I'm also training for a half - it's the Nike Women's in San Francisco in October, so I definitely feel your pain. Keep up the good work! I'm only up to 7 miles so far!

Mountain Woman of Red Pine Mountain said...

Eeek, I started reading your post thinking you'd be writing about your struggle to finish and how you over came. Well, maybe the unit spurred you to run even faster. Gross! Is that a California thing :-)