Hey, I’m Running Here!

Unless someone is bleeding, don’t stop me to talk when I am running. I am not sure how I draw people to me when I am bundled up like the kid in Christmas Story waddling out a 6 mile run, but it happens. Here is the latest example:

I am running on Main Street, toward 201. It is -10, and I am just getting warm. A car pulls up.

Crap. He wants to talk to me.

It is not that I am anti-social, but as Dustin Hoffman said in Midnight Cowboy, “Hey! I’m running here!” (go ahead, click the link, you know you want to.)

The guy in the car rolls down the window about an inch, probably to keep out the cold.

I struggle with my gloves, pull down my balaclava and say, “Hey.”

The man stares at me a minute, then asks, “Aren’t you cold?”

I think, “Well yes you jackass, especially since you just stopped me, I am a little sweaty and it is -10.” but I answer, “Well, it isn’t too bad if you keep moving.” Hint. F-ing. Hint.

“Huh. Kind of cold for a run. I didn’t even want to go to my car this morning.”

“Yeah. No kidding.”

“What? Brr..” Widow rolls up a little, he reaches over and cranks the heat up a notch. The chill must have been getting to him. “Why are you out here?”

I am obviously dealing with a genius here.

Pulling down my balaclava again and say, “I am training for a triathlon. It’s cold. I should keep moving,” I start to run off, sure I have ditched this guy.

The car keeps rolling with me as I run.

Are you serious?

“”OH!” he says, “Well…good luck! When is it? What is a triathlon?”

“August. Swim. Bike. Run. Half Ironman.” I reply, still moving.

Big, empty stare and silence as I run away, free at last from the well-meaning neighbor. I hear the car catching back up to me, and slowing as it neared.

You have got to be kidding me.

“Why are you running now? You know it is January, right?”

I stop, dumbfounded, not really wanting to take the time to answer him.

“I don’t understand why you are out here in this terrible weather training for a race that is 8 months away.”

Smiling, I answer, “Because it is fun.”

Head shaking, he looks at me one last time, this time with the “she is definitely crazy” eyes and finally drives away.

About Mandy Farrar

Mandy is a marathon runner, a triathlete, and white water raft guide. She works as a forester and spends 99% of her time outside doing something. Bailey the dog is her trusty side kick on all adventures that include the couch or the truck. Caratunk, the small town in northwestern Maine where Mandy lives, boasts a population of 60 in the Winter & 120 in the Summer.

Read Mandy's full bio here, and read more about her adventures on her blog "Caratunk Girl"

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