The Jogger

This guy is just unbelievable. I know I should probably just get over it, but this hugging of the inside of the track combined with eye rolling at ME is just unforgivable. Look buddy, when I'm edged on the grass at the center of the track, you know you have a problem.

Yesterday he bodychecked me. Well, almost. I was running clockwise on the inside of the track, and he comes up behind me and wooshes by with barely an inch between us. I swear I heard the "woosh." Today he was running counter-clock, hugging the inside; I was going clock, hugging the inside like a clockwise runner should do, and it's like we're playing a game of chicken. I know he saw me coming today. I know he chose to not move. So I chose the same. And I jog and jog and I'm wondering if he's going to inch to the right, like he should. But he doesn't. So I don't. And we come right up to each other and he looks at me, rolls his eyes, and says "oh my god."

Yeah that's right. Talk to your god buddy, because we're not finished. I refuse to got shoved aside when I have the right to hug the inside of the track and you don't. Bring it on.

Maybe it's unemployment getting to me, but this guy makes me feel so incredibly unworthy, like I don't belong on this track at 8 o'clock in the morning. He's like a punishment for my not waking up at 6am and running with the 6:30am people. (Those would be the kind, thoughtful, "I have to get to work early because I actually work" people.) Every time I see him I feel this burst of anger and resentment. It's like he represents everything that's wrong in this world.

And he probably does. At least in my world. Keep jogging buddy, because I'm not backing off.

Wood Factor (1-5): 1