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Giddyup.
What about the cobra?!? I mean, yes, I'd be freaked out by a dead body. But he's dead. A cobra? Damn.
BTW, being a clueless American, my only experience with cobras is in the zoo. They are huge. I would assume, though I do not know, that they are bigger in the wild. Definitely mo scary.
Ultima tastes like failure.
On yesterday's run:
A snake skeleton picked clean, and 100 yards further a ten dollar bill lying in the middle of the road. I went out to lunch later.
Formerly havanarnr Goal HM < 2:00:00 Half Fanatic #846 "Ninety percent of running is half mental"
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read". - Unknown
tipsy chicks
a dead body
Seriously? Wow. I always hear those stories of runners finding dead bodies. I hope I don't end up one of them (the dead body or the runner who happens upon one).
Kirsten
'07: 1324.5 ••• '08: 1561 ••• '09: 1810.9 run ~ 208.7 bike ••• '10: 1,000.3 run ~ 3513.5 bike ••• '11: 710.3 run ~ 4157.9 bike
• more off-road
• gain proficiency @ CX mounts & dismounts (ie stop leap-frogging w/people who ride slower after every obstacle -- finish further up the field)
• punch Type 1 in the junk, again
Man in Tights
Visit India.You'll see things hard to believe. It's fun
My brother was just in Bangalore last week for a friend's wedding. He said the food was beyond amazing.
A Saucy Wench
I have become Death, the destroyer of electronic gadgets
"When I got too tired to run anymore I just pretended I wasnt tired and kept running anyway" - dd, age 7
Extremist
I was reading this thread earlier today and thinking I don't have anything interesting to add. So I run tonight, and encounter three(!!!) skunks! And a deer. Back to skunks. It was dusk; just a bit of light in the sky. Skunk Number One was a dark spot in the grass as I approached. I thought maybe a cat, or raccoon, or opossum. Up to now, I hadn't seen any skunks in this town. I stopped running and walked along the trail until I was almost beside it. At that moment, it made the telltale spin and flick of its tail. I saw the white stripe at that moment as well. I froze for several long moments, then tiptoed along for some twenty yards before I resumed my running. About a mile further and across a major street, there's another one happily strolling along right in my path. Better lighting here, from the streetlights. S/he didn't feel the least threatened, so I didn't either, but I had to just stand and wait until it moved away. I walked gently past, thinking this is a night for the story books. Ran on to the turnaround (during this part encountered the deer), then continued the return part of the run, very cautiously. I mostly walked past the area where I had seen Skunk #1, peering into the dimness on both sides. Got well past what I thought was the danger zone, resumed running, still peering to the sides, went round a bend, and Skunk #3 (okay, it could have been a reprise of Skunk #1) was right in the middle of the trail in front of me. I damn near kicked the thing. I clearly heard it make several warning clicks and a hiss, and clearly heard myself squeal as I hopped around it. I guess my approach was too sudden for it to cock and take aim. The gods were merciful to me tonight. No aromas beyond my usual when I returned home.
I'm thinking now I may like early morning runs after all.
Half marathons are more fun and 10% as much pain. (Spaniel)
lace 'em up!
skunks like to wander in the mornings too. I've nearly stepped on some when running in the dark of the morning last fall. They seem to know when it's garbage day...
Yeah, well, running when there's a bit more light might be a good idea, morning or evening.
The weirdest thing? Well, I've found about 15 different types of pornography on the SAME road through the years. It really is odd.
Though, I like the time I found $65 just sitting on the sidewalk. That was the greatest tempo run I have ever done, though I did do the horrible action of stopping mid-tempo to pick up the money.
Jazz hands!
Weird personal confession: before I go into any single-stall bathroom (usually at a restaurant), I think about what I'd do if there were a dead body in there.
That is odd.
What was the secret, they wanted to know; in a thousand different ways they wanted to know The Secret. And not one of them was prepared, truly prepared to believe that it had not so much to do with chemicals and zippy mental tricks as with that most unprofound and sometimes heart-rending process of removing, molecule by molecule, the very tough rubber that comprised the bottoms of his training shoes. The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials
Have you been watching too much CSI / L&O?
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