Sunday, October 27, 2013

These things suck: a breakdown

In future, I should definitely try to leave my grumpy pants at home when I go for a run.

In the almost two and a half hours of my long run this morning, I constructed a list of the ten most annoying things in the world at that particular point in time.
  1. My shoes are crunchy.
    • I ran Tough Mudder a couple of weeks ago, and for some inexplicable reason decided to wear my good shoes. I washed them thoroughly afterward, but they’re still very stiff and uncomfortable because of the left-over mud.
  2. My bra is pissing me off.
    • The straps fall off my shoulders because I didn’t adjust them properly. I had to stop at one point for an impromptu striptease so I could fix the bra. Didn’t really work.
  3. I lost my handkerchief, somewhere.
    • Think it fell out of my stupid bra.
  4. My nose is running like a broken tap.
    • Despite the hayfever tablets. Where the hell did all that snot come from?
  5. The sunscreen is stinging my eyes.
    • I think I’m allergic to it. However...
  6. I’m getting sunburnt anyway.
    • Sigh.
  7. My feet hurt.
    • There’s this weird stretchy pain in my left foot, I can’t really describe.
  8. Everyone keeps trying to run me over.
    • Yes, lady in the hotel carpark. I AM running past you. Why do you look so shocked? Perhaps you shouldn’t be staring at that cyclist the whole time.
  9. Cyclists!
    • There is not enough room on a tiny concrete footpath for me and you on your recumbent bicycle. Also, yes, I am as far over on the left of the path as I can be. Stop yelling at me. While this would normally be the absolute worst thing in the world during most runs, there was one more event blew the worst cycle-clown hijinx out of the water.
  10. A bunch of old people in a car are taking a Sunday morning drive down the footpath.
    • Seriously, this shit is TERRIFYING.
In the end, I managed to pull out a respectable 21 kilometres in a fairly respectable time of about 2:25. And I got over my grumpies, eventually.

Moral of this story is that old people are scary, and even though I can sometimes get a run in on a Sunday, I’m sure as hell not going to be happy about it.

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