I had 20 miles on dock and it was nice and warm. It actually rained most of the run but it was that warm that the rain felt nice. I love runs like that. I finished 20 miles in 2:52 (8:36 average pace). I was shooting for closer to 8:30 average pace but I’ll take it.
I encountered 2 of my running pet peeves on Saturday. #1 – running so close (i.e., up my ass) that I can hear your breathing and your footfalls and #2 – guys that like to “race” when a girl passes them or may pass them (also need to add that when you pass them, it’s not without comment – “didn’t know we were racing” – yes, this was said to me a few weeks ago when I passed a group of guys).
Let’s call offender #1 Mr. A. Mr. A and I converge on the trail at the bottom of a hill. Mr. A is ahead of me and I am keeping a respectable distance as to not commit pet peeve #1. My pace is steady at 8:30 and Mr. A was probably pushing 8:15ish. There was no need for me to pass him. Mr. A turns around and sees me and then takes off. Takes off as in 7:30 pace, which is pretty impressive considering he appeared to be in his 50s. Apparently, I was a threat.
Offender #2, or Mr. B, is older – maybe 60s? As I get closer I realize I’m going to pass him and I do it quickly and mutter “good morning”. Well Mr. B wasn’t having that. He picks up the pace and I can hear him right behind me. Mr. B is now committing pet peeves #1 and #2 so I’m pissed. I speed up to make it hard for him to keep up.
As I speed up I gain some momentum on Mr. A. He turns around (again) and takes off (again). Now all 3 of us are running down a steep hill at 7:40 pace. Thankfully I had to cross the street at the bottom of the hill and left Mr. A and Mr. B to duke it out themselves.
All I can say is, WHY? Matt said I was just as bad for speeding up but there was no way I was letting some old dude pass me.
Since this week was a drop back week, I was supposed to run 3 easy miles, bringing me to 43 for the week. I ditched the run and watched a movie with Matt instead. I love Sunday morning movie watching! I realized that 43 miles wasn’t much of a drop back and 40 sounded better.
Experience any running pet peeves of your own this weekend?
Do I have any male readers? Can you please explain why this bothers guys so much? Other runners (male, female, old, young) pass me all the time and it doesn’t bother me one bit!