Somehow in all of the excitement that has been our September I missed my C25k anniversary! It's been a year now since I've started running regularly. In the past 12 months I've run over 700km which is a wild
number if you consider that before June 2016 the number of km I ran annually was a total of zero. Every year for my entire life - childhood dashing about and a few painful PE lessons excepted. And now it's hundreds and hundreds
I mean. My daily average is 2km. Again - of running
. Per. Day!
This totally merited a whole post of me kind of boggling at/feeling accomplished about this particular lifestyle change and achievement.
But today's run did not go as planned. I was on a pedestrian/cycle path, crossing a local green space when three young teen boys cycled towards me - rudely taking up almost all the path, forcing me to the very edge as they passed - when
The shitty brats had thrown paint all over me
. Fortunately nothing worse than paint - I can think of quite a few less pleasant options - but yeah. Bright neon pink paint on my face, neck, t-shirt, shorts, headphones and a bit on one of my shoes and in my hair. I was so shocked I fumbled getting my phone out and they were quite far away when I snapped a shot of them (but I do have one - and then I took one of my own paint-covered self).
I called the non-emergency police line, because this is Britain and I can do that without risking getting some kid shot. And it felt so good to report it and hear the lady I talked to call it ASSAULT and note down all the details so if this happens again there will be an incident report to link it to my case. I don't think anything is going to come of this, but I was offered victim support and asked if I wanted to follow up and generally got the impression the police agreed that this was Not OK and that I was right to have called them about it. It took the edge off my fury (I was so angry I was actually crying when I started the call) and by the time I made it home the report had been made and I could focus on getting sympathy from doctorskuld
and wash the drying paint off.
Which it did, quite easily. The clothes are in the washer, but hopefully they'll be fine too. (Update: they're not fine. We're trying to find ways of getting the paint out of them, but...)
And I'm not angry anymore, but I know I'll feel uneasy the next time I run that particular stretch of path, and the next time teens - any teens - come biking towards me. Ugh.
But the worst part is that I was aiming at being at 55km for this month at the start of the week, and now I'm not. I had plans
and those kids just ruined it for absolutely no good reason except "lol lets throw paint at that woman". (There were plenty of other people out and about, and they only targeted me - I'm pretty sure because I'm a woman and slow and neither young nor athlete-lithe...)
Anyway my lovely wife has made portobello mushroom burgers for dinner and I am clean and warm and safe. And on Tuesday I'm making 55k for sure. ♥( Under the cut: me, splashed in paint. )