Joggers are crazy.

[trof]

Insane.
Just plain nuts.

Yesterday evening I was on the front stoop having a smoke.
It wasn't snowing too hard.
;-)

The sidewalks are impassible here.
It was dark.
Rush hour traffic was blasting along on the busy street in front of the house.
And here came a jogger.
In the street, next to the snow bank, running against traffic.
Dressed all in black.
When he was approaching, all I could see was his face.
After he passed I could see nothing.

I checked the local paper this morning for pedestrian fatalities, but they must have missed him somehow.
Joggers are crazy.

[underpants]

1. You are right

we are


BTW- he is probably a RUNNER not a jogger

[trof]

2. What's the speed criteria?

He wasn't moving real fast.
And for either one...isn't there some point where you say "This just isn't safe?"
I guess not.
Not for this guy anyway.

[underpants]

3. Basically everyone calls themselves a runner now

if you are aware of time you are a runner.

[democracyindanger]

5. Except speed walkers

Which raises the question, if a speed walker is chased by crazy samurai, would he run or speed walk to escape?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WFkCjQAltc

[MissMillie]

4. some of us jog INDOORS!

:hi:

[trof]

6. Today would be a good day for that near Boston.

Yucky.

[krispos42]

7. I had a bad experience with one once

Imagine, if you will, a narrow Connecticut state route in Fairfield County. Two lanes wide.

It's fall.

It's rush hour. Traffic is moving at about 45 miles per hour, but is packed in very tightly.

The route is winding through a part of the county that is very "wealthy suburb". No houses, no lawns, and no sidewalks, because the road was cut through rolling hills with heavy digging equipment. The land rises up sharply on both sides of the road.

There is no shoulder, either. Just a space maybe four feet wide between the white line and the point where the asphalt stops and a 10-foot-high embankment abruptly starts.

Now, imagine a jogger, running in that narrow lane. Choked with fallen branches and fallen vegetation.

Pushing a stroller.

Only with her right hand, though.

In her left, she had a long piece of a broken tree branch, and was holding it out horizontally at full extension. Into the traffic lane.

And driving past her was a constant flow of cars suddenly seeing her and dodging to the left, then back right.

I was one of them, because I only saw her about a half-second before I passed her.





If it wasn't for the innocent child with her, I would have been strenuously hoping for a Darwin Award. Or at least a sideview mirror clipping the end of the stick and spinning it around into her solar plexus!


Idiot jogger galore.

[trof]

8. whoa

Just nuts.