maybe writing about this will make me feel better. maybe not. maybe i’m setting myself up for a lot of nasty comments. but i gotta at least try…
after a incredibly crappy week which looks to be the first of many for the next few months…i felt i needed to enjoy the beautiful weather today with a nice, leisurely 8 1/2 mile recovery run (my plan was to do the full 6 and then a bridle path loop.) i couldn’t wake up in time for the Flyers group run, and honestly, I just felt like going at my own pace and not having to worry about keeping up with a group.
so i started off in the west 80s as i normally do when i run solo…clockwise direction, as i like saying hi to those familiar faces i see running the other way. 🙂 nice and easy, felt good for the first coupla miles. even the first harlem hill uphill didn’t feel so bad.
then after the harlem hill downhill, the run went downhill.
i’m approaching lasker rink, which is at the beginning of another steep uphill. and i see a man on a bike shouting at the runners. and for whatever reason, he seems to target me to follow and shout at. i don’t feel like speeding up, as the point of this run was not to be doing hill sprints. “what are you doing? why are you slowing down? i’m only in second gear here! pick it up!” i tried to crank my iPod as loud as it would go, but it just did not drown out the shouting (of course, it didn’t help that the headphones in one of my ears was out.) i tried ignoring him, but the deadzone approach didn’t work and he wouldn’t get off my back. i was feeling very, very uncomfortable.
finally, i just stopped in my tracks. i just couldn’t deal anymore. “please leave me alone,” i begged. i was so near tears at that point. the guy eventually took off and left…guess he found someone else to harass. i looked the other way, praying i’d see one of my teammates running by…anyone who could possibly keep me company for a mile or 2. i didn’t care if i’d have to run 7-minute miles, just so i didn’t have to feel so alone and trapped, in what was supposed to be my home away from home.
i didn’t see any familiar faces after a few minutes, so hoping that guy was long-gone, i continued up the hill…but he was there, thankfully he didn’t follow me then…but the damage was done. my run was officially ruined. my planned leisurely 8 1/2 mile recovery run turned into “just finish the goddamn 6-mile loop as fast as you can without it actually being a tempo run and go home.”
and yes, i know what everyone is going to say. people are going to be rude. people are going to make inappropriate comments at times. it comes with the territory, and i just have to suck it up and deal with it. fine, i will.
but it doesn’t mean i have to like it.