At about 6 or 7km, some dude started pacing me and he wouldn't stop talking to me in his thick culiichi accent. I couldn't understand a lot of what he was saying, but nothing was too out of the ordinary: where am i from, why am i here, how old am i, what? you look so much younger than that, blah blah blah. at first it was no big deal, and sometimes having something else to think about besides the running helps a little. Then we passed some discount seafood huts on the side of the highway (not my normal choice for dining) and he started trying to ask me out to breakfast after the race! I easily got out of that one, though... "oh no! i cna't eat saefood in the morning! no thanks!" He was persistent, though, and i guess he figured that if i don't like discount highway saefood, i must like grilled and fried meat instead! At this point, i just sort of shrugged and changed the subject.
By about 13 or 14 km, he was really getting annoying. I could feel my evil side coming out. I took out my stashed power gel, raspberry flavor (the most heinous), and started slurping, leaving just enough goopy goodness for my new running buddy to try. Now knowing what it was, he gulped down the last bit without a water chaser, immediately gagging and coughing. What IS this stuff!!?? How do you eat this!!??
Well, moments later he was long gone, clutching his tummy and telling me to go ahead. I saw a honey bucket along the way, i wonder if he took advantage of that....
mission accomplished. I ran the rest of the 21km in peace.
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