As any sane runner will tell you, bear sightings are magic. Nothing gets the legs kicking higher than the knowledge that a couple hundred pound representative of Ursus americanus, capable of 30 mph sprints, might be roaming in a near-by cul-de-sac, searching for food. I know some runners carry bear spray, but that seems unsporting. Pneu-Dart offers up a line of tranquilizer guns, but the post-run coffee stops at Corner Bakery can unnerve some of the more sensitive customers.
Which is why I opt for the mindful running approach. I know some folks like to zone out, with their Sony Walkmans and Def Leppard, oblivious to the path before them. That just isn’t smart.
The same logic applies to running in thunderstorms. Some athletes are mudders. As an Asics aficionado, I don’t mind the rain. But I want to be aware when the tornado sirens sound. That is when the adrenaline kicks in. Seeking cover is an option when buildings are around, but when you are rounding the corner at Harpers Farm and Broken Land with nothing but sideways rain, lightning, and your wits…it’s time to open up the throttle. Fitbit be damned.
Today’s feature, “Running on Empty,” brought to you by neither Jackson Browne, nor the Howard County Striders.
Stay tuned, as more will follow.