According to the world of running women like:
2) Giant Medals or Jewelry for average level completion of a task.
3) Princess costumes!!!!
Women don't like:
1) Competition. No pressure, it's all about the fun! Yay you finished.
2) Logistics. It's ok if they suck!
Women don't care about:
1) Money! Charge me $150 for a half marathon! Sounds good to meeee!
I mean what the heck? Is this really 2012?
On the same premise, if people made a race just for Greek people they would serve us Gyros and bad economic principles.
Stereotyping at it's best!
Anyways I'll stop for now :). Here's the main post.
Beach Path Surprise Tempo
Today, I went running on the beach path again. I'm really enjoying running on the beach path around Venice. It's really pretty.
I decided I wasn't up for a workout so I took the pace pretty easy. About 40 minutes into the run, I came up upon some dudebro running along at maybe 10 minute pace wearing cargo shorts.
I internally chuckled about how uncomfortable his fashion choice must be to run in, and passed him on the left, maybe at around 8:30 pace.
I was surprised to see that about 30 seconds later, he sped up, came back out of my left and passed me back.
I try to keep my competitiveness to a minimum on easy days, but a huge pet peeve of mine are dudes who clearly almost never run, who speed up so I can't pass them. It's obnoxious.
So I figured I'd mess with him a little bit.
I kept my 10 foot distance. My stride behind him went "Tap tap tap tap".
He quickened his stride further and started running the tangents of the curvy beach path. I refused to run the tangents out of principle as I didn't want to appear to be racing. My guess is that we were running about 7:15 / mile-ish. Things had gotten serious.
About 8 minutes into my trolling, the dudebro veered off the beach path onto the straighter pedestrian path a few yards to the left. I think he figured he had a better chance of losing me on the straight path.
So I decided to run exactly parallel to him, keeping his exact pace. By now I'm pretty sure I was running 6:50 pace or so. I was getting pretty tired, but I was confident I would win our silent war (or die trying!).
A couple minutes down the road, the paths went to intersect, and dude bro almost ran exactly into me. I turned and looked at him, exasperated and said "Do you want to race?".
He was all like "Nah, it's not like that.".
Suuurrreee it wasn't
And finally....I passed him and ran home to start my Monday morning. On the plus side, I got in a good workout. On the minus side, I'm kind of an overly competitive jerk.
Was it a little immature to troll this random dude on the beach path? Sure...but...I maintain that it was fun.
And he started it.