Tonight's run was nothing spectacular and I always try to make these posts somewhat interesting regardless of the fact that I continue to just briefly describe each run.
However it always helps when some unusual event occurs when I'm out there. In the past I've encountered angry cops, suffered internal injuries, lapped the elderly, and have seen people who resemble serial killers. Another time, long ago before the streak began, someone slowed down to yell "yeah run you little bitch" at me. Not too long before that, someone threw a cigarette butt at me and there have been countless times that people have honked their car horns loudly in successful attempts to see me jump in place.
Tonight was just another odd encounter. I was running along 48th St. when a car slowed down and stopped just ahead of me to my left. I saw the window being rolled down so I prepared myself for something to be yelled at or thrown at me. The car appeared to be quite ghetto so, using the process of stereotyping, I also concluded I could be shot at. I sped up and prepared for the worst, looked to my left when I met the car, and saw the driver was the only one in it.
While she was probably actually talking, I'd like to live the rest of my life believing she was a mute, and was attempting to yell something at me with all of her might, failing for two main reasons:
1. The fact that she was a mute
and/or
2. The fact that I had headphones on and turned up full blast, rendering her words worthless to me.
Hence, the title of this run.
Run # 129 tomorrow.
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