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 me.....dog 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!