Life rule: no one ever wants to be That Guy. No matter who That Guy is, you don't want to be him.
And I was him on Sunday during the race.
The race was hard. I was struggling. I felt at times like my heart was jackhammering in my chest (I wish I'd worn my heart rate monitor, for once) and the humidity, my allergies, and a host of other physical factors made it feel like I was sucking in wet air through a straw.
So I started making breathing noises. At first it was Darth Vader type breathing, then it was a deep sort of growl, and this evolved into disturbing almost porn-like groaning. I would have hated me - except I was me.
It helped.
As much as I hated myself, I hated the runners with headphones more. I don't understand anyone who needs music to get them through one of the most beautiful races out in nature. But I really don't understand - and actively don't like - anyone whose music is so loud that they can't hear me say excuse me or ask to pass them on the trail.
Don't be that guy.
And I was him on Sunday during the race.
The race was hard. I was struggling. I felt at times like my heart was jackhammering in my chest (I wish I'd worn my heart rate monitor, for once) and the humidity, my allergies, and a host of other physical factors made it feel like I was sucking in wet air through a straw.
So I started making breathing noises. At first it was Darth Vader type breathing, then it was a deep sort of growl, and this evolved into disturbing almost porn-like groaning. I would have hated me - except I was me.
It helped.
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Don't be that guy.
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