If I haven’t mentioned before, I run. I have misgivings about calling myself a “runner” at this point, because I have a definition in my head of what a real runner is, and I’m not quite there yet. But that is a blog for a different day.
Yesterday I went running in a park near my home. It was a beautiful day, a little chilly, which I really like. Only planning on 3.5 miles, I was running a simple out and back. My last segment before I turned around involved running on the street, facing traffic. The road had a shoulder and the speed limit is 25, so it was relatively safe.
As I neared my turn around point, a man on a bicycle was headed toward me. I figured he had the right of way, so I hopped off the pavement and into the dirt to give him the road.
As I moved into the dirt, I must have clipped a branch because my feet got tangled and I began falling to the ground like a human domino. I landed flat on my knees and stomach in wet dirt and leaves. And the man on the bike just zipped past me.
I was on hands and knees, level with his spokes and he zoomed right by without so much as a pause. Nothing. Not like I was expecting him to stop and give me a ride to my car on his handlebars like two aged members of the Von Trapp family, but a drive by, really???
I think it would have been easier for me to understand if he was dressed head to toe in biking gear. Then, I could have told myself that he was training for some important event and couldn’t afford the distraction. But this guy was wearing khakis and a fleece jacket, not quite a performance bike uniform.
Shocked, yet still capable of a little snarkiness, I blurted out “Just trying to make it easier for you, Sir.” I’m not even sure where that came from, calling him sir as I picked myself up off the ground. No reaction, again, nothing…
I stood up and assessed the damage, some dirt, and another minor dent to my ego.
“You’re okay,” I said out loud as I began to run again. I felt fine and I wasn’t hurt, so I continued. It was then that I noticed a strong and very yucky smell.
“OMG, did I fall in dog poop?!?!?”
***Apparently it was a false alarm, I kept running and the smell of dog poop went away.