02 January 2011

Racing the Drunken Bum

Went for my long run today.  It was supposed to be 6-7 miles and 65-75 minutes according to my Automated Training Program.  (here's where I hit myself in the head with a hammer and scold myself..."you should know better!  Automated Training Program indeed!  why don't you just do what you know you need to do?  Lame-o!"  I am really good at beating myself up).  I am still struggling with the whole 'pace' concept, so I ran it too fast... again.  And that was even with interference by a Drunken Bum.

I guess it is just a part of living in an urban environment... a mere stone's throw from the ghetto... or maybe it has to do with being so close to the Birthplace of the Free Speech Movement, People's Park, and Marijuana Mecca (aka Berkeley)... that makes this place thick with 'characters.'  But they are not usually hanging out down on the Bay Trail.

That's where I do my long runs right now... the Bay Trail.  I usually see very few runners when I go out... must be a weird running time of day.  I often see cyclists and walkers.  The walkers are usually bird-watchers or couples chatting or families.  I have never before seen a Drunken Bum on the Trail.  Until today.

I had gotten into a really nice groove.  It wasn't too cold and I had dressed perfectly for the occasion... my short-sleeved shirt and favorite pants (clean today).  I was 2+ miles into it and was at a make-or-break point mentally and logistically (my husband was taking my sons to see Tron and I had to be home in time for them to make the show... and I was cutting it a little close... they would really let me feel their disappointment if I screwed this up).  There was this guy there at the junction.  Weaving.  Smelly.  Drunk.  He was lost.  He was trying to get to Highway 101... on foot.  Drunk.  And he had gotten bad directions and wanted to know if he could get there by following the Trail.  This is what he was wanting to do.  Unfortunately, he didn't just want directions... he wanted conversation.  :(   I have a hard time blowing people off, so I did have a brief conversation with him.  It was circuitous and meaningless and unmemorable.  Then he started off and so did I.

I ran for a few steps, continuing my same direction, then realized I'd be late if I went to my normal turn-around point AND it was now getting sort of dark SO I decided to vary the run a little.  I made a little loopy-doo in a new place and then headed back up the way I had come.  After about 15 minutes, there he was.  Still weaving.  Still smelly.  Still drunk.  But no longer lost... thanks to me :)    But as I started to pass him, he started running!  Yes, he started RUNNING!

"Wait!" he slurred.  "You're beating me!"
"Happy New Year!" I said, as I started pulling away from him.
"You can't beat me!"  he puffed, as he picked up his pace to stay even with me. "How can you run so fast?"

And then he (thankfully) dropped off and continued stumbling walking.... muttering something to himself and chuckling softly.  I wondered briefly if he was mocking my slowness.  But I was able to shake it off ;-)

I finished up in just under an hour, the boys got to see Tron, my hip is bugging me, and it's 2011!

Happy New Year, everyone!

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  1. were you scared? This would have freaked me out! Great story...I was with you the entire blog post...your writing sucked me in. :) Sorry your hip is bugging you. Did your boys love Tron? Thanks for the comment on my question about Newport...you're right, I knew what I was going to do...I felt silly asking the question after I realized that you were right about me already knowing the answer. Glad to have made a decision. Happy New Year!

  2. That is AWESOME! (Well, maybe not so much for you being there, but it sure was hilarious for me to read about!!) I'm glad you were able to beat him. I wonder if he'll wake up in the morning and vaguely remember the race. he he he...I'm still giggling!

  3. Yep that session would have turned into some serious speedwork for me. Glad it turned out ok and you are safe.
    Happy New Year!

  4. Who knew running could be so adventurous! I used to work in an inner city program, and have stumbled across a few drunken bums, or they stumbled into me - luckily they were all harmless.

  5. Ha ha! Perhaps you should just bring some airplane size liquor bottles along next time to deter the running partner!

    Hope your boys liked Tron. We live in a very small town but the main character from that movie-Garrett Hedlund is from here. I work with his aunt and we know him. Kinda fun to see a small town boy make the big time!

    Nice work on the run! Hope the hip is feeling better!


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