Day 5 of Around the Bay training called for a 6k run today. The weather was grey and drizzling with some wind thrown in for good measure AND I had not gone for a poop so I hit the treadmill hoping a kilometer or two might kick the colon into gear. No one wants to be out and about when nature calls.
Treadmill warm-up got things moving around the 1.5k mark. The OCD in me could not stop until I had hit a round number so after “taking care of business” I finished 2k on the hamster wheel. The rain had stopped and winds had died down … time to take the run outside.
Our little Island has some paved roads but for the most part the roads are packed dirt. The route I was heading out on had me heading up one of the dirt roads and I knew it would be rutty and muddy so I stayed to the side of the road facing what little traffic there would be.
Following Yuri’s advice for winter running I headed into the wind for the first 2k. This route would take me uphill for 1.5k of it so I knew it would be a struggle to keep my pace at 7min/km or less. The first kilometer had me at an average pace of 7:34/km and the second had me averaging 8:01/km, exactly what I had expected but disappointing nonetheless.
Around 1.75 km in I could hear gunshots to my right and thought WTF!!!
Side note: Deer hunting season is on and I had forgotten about this important piece of information when I headed out in my black pants and shirt along with my headphones. However I did leave my running antlers at home. Safety first folks!
Not wanting to have my head stuffed and mounted above someones fireplace I turned back heading downhill with the wind at my back. This along with thoughts of being mistaken for Bambi’s mother had me pushing the pace harder. I could hear a vehicle coming up from behind and moved over to the side of the road. *I could hear the driver slow down for a moment then pick up speed. This guy hit EVERY rutty puddle he could find between us, spraying me with cold, wet and muddy water and then drove off.
I may have called him some bad names that rhyme with Bucking Sashhole. Maybe.
Wet and muddy I headed towards home and a paved road. The third kilometer had me at an average pace of 6:33 and I finished the fourth kilometer at 6:21.
Four kilometers done with an average pace of 7:07. I should have someone shoot at me more often.
*(everyone here on the Island is considerate of runners/walkers/cyclists … this guy could not have been a local and I hope Santa stuffs his stocking with a cow patty)
What was your scariest outdoor run? Have you heard gunshots and thought WTF?
Are you doing any winter training? What race/races are you training for?