It’s happened so many times in my 25 years of running. I’m mad as hell, flying along at 10k pace and working up an inner conflagration of self-righteous rage. I barely notice where I am or where I’m heading, my heart is pounding, my fists are clenched, and my thoughts scream:
CAN YOU BELIEVE HE SAID THAT or CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY DID THAT or THE WORLD IS TERRIBLE AND EVERYTHING IS SO UNFAIR!
My foot hits something and I’m flying through the air, then my hands skid along the sidewalk until I come to a stop, gasping for breath and hoping I didn’t break anything. Read more >>