You want a ride?

I just went for a 5 mile run. Or rather, I just went for miles 13-18 of my long run. I ran 13 this morning with the club, and then called it day since it was a torrential downpour and I smelled like a wet dog. Plus, I was hungry and cranky and wanted breakfast. So, I went about my day (sleeping, practicing...), and then ran again tonight. That was the plan when I quit early this morning, but I'm pretty damn proud of myself for actually doing it. I know it's probably not quite as good as getting the whole thing done at once (you can't split the marathon into two sessions), but at least I got in the mileage and time on my feet.

And you know what? That last five miles felt awesome. I haven't felt so good running in months. Really. I just felt light and I don't know how fast or not-fast I was going, but it didn't matter...I felt fast.

Anyway, so I'm starting out my run, dressed in running gear, and a girl in a car pulls up to me and asks me for directions. I tell her, and start running again. She pulls over to the side and says, 'Oh, you want a ride?'. Um...'no'.

Isn't that weird? I mean, I'm in running clothes, I'm running, why would I want a ride? The rains have stopped and it's a gorgeous night out. It's not like I'm in the middle of nowhere in the rain or snow, or like I even looked like I was in pain. Or maybe I did without knowing it. Maybe my normal running gate makes people want to pull over and ask if I need help.

I think I'm going to make it a practice to offer runners everywhere a ride, just to crack myself up. A good idea, except that some of them might agree...