first time running in a couple of years

Writing 101, Day 12: (Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon
Today, write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing.

I normally don’t go running. Those days are probably long past me. Running days that is. Because it seems like the past few times I’ve attempted to run, the next few days see my body hurting in ways that don’t feel good… at all.

But I wanted to get some kind of workout done today so I could keep up the momentum I’ve had going from the past couple of weeks. It was kinda late to go on a run but there’s no way I could have gotten on my bike since the sun was well under the horizon and the faintest of light was slipping away.

So with barely any light left in the day, I put on my running shoes and headed out.

Despite being mid-June on the Gulf Coast Plains, it was surprisingly nice outside. Of course the sun was down but it seems this time of year, even at night the humidity can be suffocating. But not tonight. There was actually a little bit of a breeze and the mosquitoes seemed to be taking a break from their usual game of “let’s see if we can carry someone off in less than 30 seconds”.

So as I hobbled down the road, my muscles began to warm up a little and after a minute I stretch. Then run, then stretch, then run and stretch. After several minutes I begin to tell myself my hamstrings won’t snap like dry rotted rubber bands.

I was still a few hundred yards from the running trail that is away from the streets when some asshole came tearing through the neighborhood at about 40 miles an hour. (for my non U.S. friends I believe that is about 60km per hour) This, in a residential area where one should, at the fastest, drive 20 miles per hour (or about 30 km per hour)

“Fucking asshole!”
Man, one day someone’s going to get run over on this street, I thought to myself.

At three quarters of a mile out I head back and make it back home after about 18 minutes of running. Wow is that pathetic. But at least I didn’t blow out a hamstring or a knee. In fact, except for some soreness around my knees I actually feel pretty good and decide to soak in a little of that breeze by watering the front yard for a few minutes.

As I’m standing our there I see someone driving down my street really slowly. Holy crap, this makes me almost as nervous as the assholes who drive too fast since there has recently been two robberies in our neighborhood in the past few weeks.

“Poncho! Come here boy! Ponch-ohhhhh!!!”
Oh I recognize that car. That’s the guy with the Hummer H3 a few houses down.

“Hey buddy, you haven’t happened to have seen a dog around here have you?”
“Nope,” my Texas twang decides to come out for this interaction. “Sure hadn’t. What kinda dog is it?”

My neighbor…  and I use the term loosely as he and especially his crazy ass wife, are assholes of a special kind themselves, looks around as if to make sure said crazy ass wife isn’t within earshot and says, “a chihuahua mix piece of shit.”

“Interesting name of a breed. Never heard of it.”

“You’ve never heard of a chihuahua?”

“Chihuahua yes. Not a chihuahua mix piece of shit.”

“Funny,” he says with a squint in his eye that hints he doesn’t think it’s funny at all. “Have you seen him or not?”

“Just kidding. No I haven’t seen him. I went on a little run around the corner to the park and didn’t see him on those streets either but I’ll keep my eyes open. I’ll be out here another 15 minutes or so. Where do you live?”

“Just down the street.  The house with the Hummer.”

“Got it.”

Just about this time, I see… well, we both see another one of those assholes who cuts through our neighborhood to avoid the traffic lights go flying down the road.

The sound of rubber squealing on the pavement cuts through the otherwise placid night air along with sound of a whimper. Kinda sounded like the whimper of a small dog.

Author’s note: After a couple of comments asking about the dog I must add, although this conversation did happen and everything prior to it, I took a little creative license with the last two sentences. There were no dogs hurt or killed during the making of this post… as far as I know.
I don’t know if asshole-ish neighbor ever did find his wife’s dog that night though, so there may have been a neighbor who was slightly bruised by his wife.

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13 thoughts on “first time running in a couple of years

      • a Boy Named Sue says:

        This is what I wrote to her.

        Ugh… I probably should have stated this in my post.
        Although this conversation did happen and everything prior to it, I probably should have stated at the end, ‘there were no dogs hurt or killed during the making of this post.’

        I apologize. I took a little creative license with that very last sentence.
        However, I don’t know if he ever did find his wife’s dog that night.

      • Well, it was about foreshadowing, and it worked really well. No apology to me is needed, as I assumed when I read it that that part wasn’t real – don’t know why, something about the wording I think.

  1. Great read. Liked the interaction and your descriptive thoughts. Twas funny. Liked the flow with each part significant, all coming together at the end to create a climax. What happened to the poor dog? 🙂

    • a Boy Named Sue says:

      Ugh… I probably should have stated this in my post.
      Although this conversation did happen and everything prior to it, I probably should have stated at the end, ‘there were no dogs hurt or killed during the making of this post.’

      I apologize. I took a little creative license with that very last sentence.
      However, I don’t know if he ever did find his wife’s dog that night.

  2. a Boy Named Sue says:

    Hey Kat!!!
    Thanks for the kind words. And for anyone wondering my knees don’t hurt! My left hip on the other hand. Ouch. Never had my hip hurt after a run. I think I might officially be ‘old’ since I’m complaining of hips hurting.

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