GlenM

I ran this morning. We had nice weather for the first time since last August, so I went running while the family slept. It was hot and humid, which is a really strange feeling for April and even stranger since it hasn’t been hot and humid since, well, last August.
I ran for an hour. I didn’t want to base it on distance, just time. I know I can do OK with a 1 hour workout at the gym, so figured running an hour was ok. I kept the pace easy and slowed when I felt I was working too hard. Just an easy hour of exercise.
Its a strange feeling running in sunlight. All those things I used to pass in the dark, look so strange in the light of day. I noticed the dogs don’t bark during the daylight. I watched a hawk being chased by a crow. The road was a little wet and I had to dodge a few puddles because my running flats soak through very quickly when its wet.
On the way back, as I ran through an intersection, I spotted a woman running towards me. She came up behind me a little while later. I could barely hear her steps and she wasn’t breathing very hard. She made a remark about it being so nice out as she passed by.
For some reason, I wanted to trip her.
I don’t know why. I mean, we are both out just running, but something about young kids running along effortlessly, passing me like they are passing a damn mailbox, just gets my annoyed angry side jumping. I know they don’t mean to be smug (mostly), but I hate being passed in races (let’s face it, that happens most of the time), and I especially hate being past by the young ones. It was like that 8-year-old in racing singlet that passed me in the last 5K and said “Good effort!”. I so wanted to smack her. If I had enough air in my lungs, I would have to.
I just feel so old when I run slower. And young people passing me makes me feel 10 years older than that. I just feel like they spot me from a distance and say “Ok, first one to pass the guy with the bald spot wins.”
The worst part was, as I was walking back to my house cooling down, I spotted that woman on her porch stretching and checking her time on her watch. She a neighbor! Great. “Hey, honey, I passed that guy with the bald spot while I was running!” I’m going back to running in the dark.
My legs are a bit sore right now, which means they will be sore tomorrow, which means I’ll feel grumpy about going and running. Maybe I will go to the gym instead. There’s fat old people at the gym like me.