As I’ve previously mentioned (since I don’t have anything new to write about), the problem with doing a relatively long run from my house is that in order for me to accomplish it and avoid major thoroughfares I have to run in to Maryland’s thoroughbred country, AKA Worthington Valley. The issues with running in the valley are two-fold. First, there’s no shoulder and no sidewalk, so I have to run pretty much in a driving lane. And people are assknockers who don’t bother slowing down when they see you. For this reason I run facing traffic. If some fuckstick driving a BMW back there (and it seems most of the fucksticks I see driving back there are in BMWs) while talking on his phone and smoking a cigarette is going to hit me I want to see it coming.

The other issue is that since it is horse country there are, like, a shitload of horses around there.

Yesterday, I was coming up to one pasture that had 6 or 8 horses grazing near the road (but behind a fence). On my approach, one of them looked up to see what was making all the commotion with the heavy ass foot falls and labored breathing and whatnot. When I got a little closer he and his buddy next to him were both giving me this “white boy, whatchu doin back here by yo’self” look.

Then, I swear the one horse motioned the 4 or 5 other horses further away from the road over toward him. They all came over near the fence and as I went by they were all giving me evil eyes that said, “nigga, what?” When I finally got a little past them, they all turned around and in a group headed back to their stables or wherever. Who knows what kind of shit they were talking to one another on the way.

So not only do I have to deal with stupid asshole speeding BMW drivers, but I also have to contend with stupid mocking horses. And in the name of what, physical fitness?

The more I run the more of a dumbass I think I am.