Weirdest thing you've ever seen on the ground during a run..? (Read 11262 times)

    i pick the waves. i think i would get a little freaked out by a dead body.
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      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.

       

      xhristopher


        I wonder if the cobra had anything to do with the dead body.


        Half Fanatic #846

          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.

          "I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's usually my ankle" - unk.         "Frankly autocorrect, I'm getting a bit tired of your shirt".                  I ran half my last race on my left foot!                                  

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          rectumdamnnearkilledem

             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).

            Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to

            remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.    

                 ~ Sarah Kay


            Man in Tights

              Visit India.You'll see things hard to believe. It's fun
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              rectumdamnnearkilledem

                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.

                Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to

                remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.    

                     ~ Sarah Kay


                A Saucy Wench

                  yesterday  I saw lots of cutouts of life size girls faces glued to sticks scattered on the ground. 

                  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

                  LedLincoln


                  not bad for mile 25

                    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.

                       

                      I'm thinking now I may like early morning runs after all.

                       

                      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...

                      LedLincoln


                      not bad for mile 25

                         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.

                          Hays in the barn. Sack it up. Get After it. Just one more mile, just one more mile, just one more sad little mile in my miles of trials. God, how I do love every last one of them.


                          Jazz hands!

                             

                            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).

                             

                            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.

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                            Purdey


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                              The weirdest thing?  Well, I've found about 15 different types of pornography on the SAME road through the years.  It really is odd.

                               

                               

                               

                              That is odd. 

                               

                               

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                              rectumdamnnearkilledem

                                 

                                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.

                                 

                                Have you been watching too much CSI / L&O?

                                Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to

                                remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.    

                                     ~ Sarah Kay