A Runner's Rant

Seriously. It is four a.m. and I am up because my mouth hurts. My teeth are aching and are in severe pain. What the dill? I want to rip them out. These drugs better kick in soon. What better to do at such an early hour than write a blog post while you wait for the meds to kick in? I thought so, there is nothing better.

Yesterday I went running. There had been forcasted a huge storm coming our way, but to my surprise, all we were having was beautiful blue skies with those puffy, white clouds. So once Dave came home, I was gone running. I was doing five miles, which was supposed to be my "long" run done over the weekend, but due to some fluish symptoms that were had earlier this week, it was postponed until yesterday.

I was about 2 miles in when I heard a car slow down behind me. I started to think two things. One, "How sweet, Dave came to cheer me on!" or two, "Is this going to be some creepy person who says, 'Nice job...lady...?" Neither options were true. It was this annoying nice lady in a ugly nice green minivan yelling out her window to me. "Umm, did you know that there are thunderstorm warnings?" I said that I did, and waved her on. I don't know why, perhaps her condescending tone in which she talked to me, but she really bugged me.

Here's why:
First, it was a beautiful day out. I know that if you blink to long in Michigan the weather can change instantly, but seriously. It. Was. Amazing. Out. Second of all, I wasn't the only "crazy" person out enjoying the weather. Kids were playing, two guys were mowing their lawns, and there was some kid with Bieber-like hair walking along the road with fishing gear. (To my Beibered hair friend, stop trying to get your long locks in place. It's windy out. Your hair is not going to lie perfectly). Third of all, I was a responsible runner and did check the weather before I left. I even made an emergency plan with my husband. "You know if it starts raining, you have to come get me. I'll be on the side of the road, crying." I hate running in the rain. Fourth of all, what was I really supposed to do with this information, assuming that I didn't know about the imending death storm? I am out, running.  Start to run home? I know that she didn't know this, but I was just as far from home if I turned around or kept going. If a flash storm happened right then and there, would she be prepared to have me jump in the car with her? If I said "No, I didn't know," what was her next course of action? Just say "Well, I thought you should know..." and drive on?  Or what? I think this point bugged me the most. Just was exactly did she think was to be done at this point, after her gracious warning?

Well, I made it home without my husband needing to plop the kids in the car to go pick up his soaked, crying wife.

I don't know why it bothered me so. I thought about it the rest of my run, and got pretty frustrated. I even thought of all the things that I would say in my blog post about it. Once I got all worked up about it, I got some pretty bad heartburn for the rest of my run. Karma. I know that lady was just trying to be nice...I guess.