So Tuesday, was a weird day, it was one of those days that just makes you hate people. To be specific, people who aren’t you. I know that sounds weird, but that’s the best way to describe it. It was during my morning run, see ever since (I guess) last year I’ve been trying to lose weight, more specifically loss ma-gut, ma-spare tire, ma belly pouch. And after hearing from Alpha M (a YouTube personality who does videos on grooming, style, and fitness) that morning cardio before breakfast is the best way to burn up and use fat. I figured I should give it a try, and I got some pretty good results last summer I lost around 8 to 7 pounds. Unfortunately, Autumn and Winter came, and school started back up, so I didn’t have time to run as much. Also, my fitness friend Kevin told me that it was “bulking season” and that it was ok to eat more and that I should stop dieting and cardio. He said I should put my attention toward strength training, which was stupid on my part. Yes, in the past year Kevin has turned himself from a scrawny Stoner into an average guy on MTV (which is hunky in real-life), so he does know stuff about fitness. However, Kevin has something that I don’t, that something is actually muscles. Not to mention Kevin workout at a gym for hours almost daily because it’s how he deals with anger. I, on the other hand, don’t, I do dance cardio ever morning and have so little muscle mass I can barely do a pull-up. So yeah, I gained the weight back and had been trying to lose it again ever since school ended. So that’s why I was running yesterday morning.
So normally my runs are very isolated I mean there are other people in the neighborhood but I never really talk to them or see somebody I know. So normally when I run it’s mostly just me and my thoughts. Actually, it’s just me and my music video ideas (Which is how I like it), but come Tuesday, aw man, that changed. It started out fine, I ran the first block/lap and got my water. Then I started the second one and ran into this random rude old woman who said: “you’re just a jerk aren’t you.” Well actually I didn’t hear her the 1st time (headphones), but that’s what she said when I pulled them out, I asked: “why” and then she said, “you just run in front of dogs” (she had one). At first, I didn’t realize what she was talking about that was until I remember that I’d seen her on the 1st block/lap on the sidewalk. She was just walking with a sour look on her face, so naturally, I left the sidewalk, end of the story, or so I thought. I (not sure what to say) just blurted “Wow, someone woke up in a lousy/bad mood today” while doing that run-in-place hop runners do. She said something else, I’ll never know what though because I’d put my headphones back, but I did respond “HAVE A GREAT DAY, MADAM” cheerfully in some accent, maybe French, I don’t know. I then took off and thought I was done with her. Again, I was wrong. When I ran around the next block, I ran into her again, however this time I’d prepared my words. (Didn’t think of much else during the 2nd lap). I had to run by her again to head home, and I wasn’t about to redirect my route in fear of some random old lady. Although considering she had a medium sized dog with her that she could sic on me, probably should have steered clear. Oh well. She said, “Well you’re not just a jerk, you’re an ass,” since she wasn’t going to keep things PG, neither was I. I responded “Well you know what I’m sorry for bothering you, why don’t I just move to a different neighborhood. That way I won’t have to bother you or your bitch anymore” “he a boy, idiot” she snapped back. I responded, “I know, I was talking to the dog” Which just stunned her allowing me the run away with my head held high, I even made it back uphill to my house without having to slow down, walk or breathe.
If I had to make an estimated guess she was probably just cranky or pissed off at something, I don’t know how old people are. Maybe it was race related, perhaps not, I’ll honestly never know. She could have actually thought I was trying to mess with her dog (as if), which now that I say it (type it) is probably exactly what happened. While I know this isn’t true, a small part of me likes to think (even though it’s unlikely), She’s just an old person whose jealous of my youth. I mean I have a fresh-ish life that is just starting (I hope) while she only had a few years left of hers. Oh, that’s kinda mean and a little ageist so I guess I should hope that’s not the reason, but it made me feel good though (the young life starting part). I shouldn’t be thinking that way toward someone I don’t really know, but that encounter just totally derailed my train of thought for the rest of the run and for like an hour after. Even though I probably got the last word, I still spent the rest of the jog just thinking, “Oh if I see her again, I’ll say…” or “I should have said…. yeah that would have gotten her”. Had some pretty good ones but I don’t really remember any of them now, probably shows how insignificant the encounter was considering it happened yesterday. I even listened to clap back songs on the run I wasn’t even planning on, like “Go screw yourself” by Avery, “I really don’t care” By Demi and Cher Lloyd and “No Frauds” by Nicki Minaj. I also listen to “Romans Revenge” not exactly a clap back song but it has some pretty sick disses, and after hearing Nicki it was in my suggestions.
Honestly, it was such a weird encounter but what might have been weirder was the reaction I got from my mother. I told her about it later, I left out the second encounter since I doubt she’d be ok with me saying the word “bitch” let alone calling someone that. She said “You should have just ignored her. She could have called the police and said some black man was harassing her” which I guess makes sense and could have happened, but she didn’t have to rain on my parade like that. And remember this is without the second encounter. Geez. Ah well, it’s in the past now, and as I keep saying (to myself mostly), I doubt I’ll ever see her again, and to be honest, I hope I don’t.
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