Time: 30:08
Distance: 4.34 miles
Pace: 6:57
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I was out running along Pickard simply putting some easy miles in the evening when some d-bags in a truck came along. There must have been four or five fratheads driving in one of those rednecky vehicles with over-sized wheels and exhaust pipes. The mechanic probably gave them a deal on an over-sized horn because when they approached they let one rip and it was as loud as a train horn. I tried to not look too alarmed and gave them the proper finger while leaving the scene. I made sure that they weren't flipping a B and coming back to harass me. I continued to run easy for another 10 minutes but as I was running up Chautauqua I saw the bastards again. They were pulling into a driveway and this time weren't out for giggles. I ran all the way up the street keeping a sense of caution over my shoulder but they were too slow to catch me.
The weather continues to be grand and tonight was no exception. Kristi, Coleman, Meagan and I were able to sit out on the patio at Blu to enjoy some decent eats.
The horn happens to all of us. My favorite revenge story is from my college days: after blaring their horn and yelling at us, the hoods didn't have the foresight to realize the light ahead was red. This being a college run there was a group of us. One of the guys picked up a handful of gravel and sand and threw it into their car (the window was still rolled down). We ran through the red light and into a trail. Sometimes it just works out for the good guys.
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