Life has been a little boring these days, but I have continually upped my running mileage. It's funny, I feel like I've been running non-stop, my calves hurt, my quads hurt...and it just feel sooo good. Why do we runners ever get caught into those nasty running slumps? (Damn those obstacles to overcome.)
Funny story. Or not funny. Maybe just weird story. Or piss me off story. You be the judge. Anywaaaay, earlier this week I was at the gym in the midst of running my 6-miler (yep, still haven't found good running roads yet), when all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye I see a middle-aged man pounding on the windows of the gym. I work out at Snap Fitness, and if any of you have ever been to Snap Fitness, you'll know it's members only and unless you have a key, you can't get into the gym during non-staffed hours. Which, at this gym, are all hours not between 9 am to 1 pm. Seriously.
Back to my story, I see this man outside pounding on the windows yelling obscenities. At least that's what it looked like he was yelling. Technically, we (members) are not supposed to let ANYBODY in during non-staffed hours. He looked a little like this:
But this guy wouldn't let up, and it was starting to affect my run. So I stopped running, gave a longer look, and saw that he was pointing furiously to a credit card in his hand. So being the sweet, innocent, trust everybody person from Utah that I am, I stopped my treadmill workout, and slightly opened the door for him.
As soon as I opened the door, he started yelling at me for not opening the door earlier. He was NOT nice. I mean, "Why the HELL didn't you open the door earlier, woman?!" kind of mean (Yeah, you read that correctly. He called me "Woman"). Turns out, he found a credit card on the ground outside of the gym and was trying to see if anybody in the gym went by the name of "Jessica" because he found her card, yada, yada, yada. No one in the gym was named Jessica. So I attempted to close the door on him. He forcefully pushed the door open a little wider, and then proceeded to cuss out everyone in the gym, saying shiz like, "You looked at me five times, and ignored me"..."Maybe you shouldn't act like bitches when a guy's trying to do a good deed." I seriously had to yank the door shut. In his face.
I mean, really. Sure, he was trying to do a good deed, but the Good Samaritan act was washed down the drain the second he started ripping our heads off. Not a nice guy, actually.
And he interrupted my run. Never a good thing.
But to end on a lighter note, I found a bridge to run that has a designated walkway! Yay! It's literally partitioned off wth barricades, so there's no chance any car is going to side-sweep me! And the best part? This bridge is closer to me than the 312 bridge over the Matanzas. Double yay! Say hello to my new "hill" workout:
Vilano Beach Bridge
I'd have shut the door as soon as the "woman" was dropped. You're way nicer than me. :o)
ReplyDeleteOMG that guy sounds psycho. And wow that bridge looks pretty steep, but the view is gorgeous!
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