After 11km it's all poop under the bridge

I decided it was time to push a little further than my habitual 5km. There was a time when I usually did a 10km run at least once a week and it was no big deal, but, well, there was also a time when I listened to New Kids on the Block.

Anyway, so I was feeling pretty strong today and I decided to try for 10km. I actually ended up going a little farther than 10km, probably 10.7 km but I'm going to round up to 11 ok?

Here are some of the things I experienced on this run:
4 shady under-the-bridge-dwelling gentleman
3 piles of excrement (1 that was almost definitely human)
2 unleashed dogs
1 unleashed smoking pregnant teenager
5 chipper runners (two of whom waved cheerfully whilst passing me, two of whom were elderly men who were thankfully running in the opposite direction and saved me the humiliation of being passed)
1 hippy mom on a bike with a baby trailer who nearly took me out because she seemed to forget that the baby trailer was much wider than her bike.
1 wasp sting.

Other than that, it was a fairly uneventful run. I should mention that one of the older runners was Steve, a former colleague of my husbands. I believe I've written about his deceptive running style before. He's got that shuffling little gait that looks slow until he whizzes by you leaving you stunned and confused.

On the topic of unleashed dogs: I HATE unleashed dogs. Not so much the dogs as the owners I guess. Yes, I'm sure your dog is friendly and would never bite anyone, but that's the same thing the owner of the last dog who bit me said. Your dog's right to run free as the wind should not supersede my right to run through the park without fear, especially when you don't actually have the right to let your dog off-leash since there's a bylaw about that. Take your dog to the dog park. I was about to unleash (pun completely intended) some righteous indignation on one of these dog-owners until I realized I actually knew him--and so I wussed out.

On the topic of smoking pregnant teenagers: It's bad enough to be running and taking in huge gulps of air and have some of those gulps tainted by nicotine and arsenic (the pot smoke just gives me the munchies), but when you see that it's coming from a pregnant woman it's also infuriating. I know. I know. It's none of my business, you say. But to you I say "HA!" It is SO my business because I'm a teacher. I could end up teaching your cognitively delayed child. Also it's just so tacky.

I think that's about all I have to add. I really don't think I need to comment on the human poop under the bridge.