Coming up on the last corner of the lap I heard the engine. I immediately thought of a mower–one of the industrial/commercial sized used by lawn care companies. It had that solid, strong motor sound. I looked up ahead between an ever-growing bead of brow sweat; it was the third mile of speedwork after all, and immediately saw the smallish dog chasing after a leg. All I could think at the time was hopefully the mower operator sees this puff-ball or he’s toast. Almost simultaneously I heard the motorcycle close in from the road to the right……of course; the source of the alleged mower noise. How’d a distant motorcycle rumble turn into a mower turn into worries about a pup while I was supposed to be paying attention to my breathing and cadence? What’s the origin of associations such as that? Perhaps the question is less what’s the origin (some self-important shrink’ll pontificate for hours on that) and more who and why some are more susceptible to thinking in that manner.
By the way the workout was a bit of a bust~ overloaded on foot miles for the week and ran out of gas by loop one.
AniMal
By the way the workout was a bit of a bust~ overloaded on foot miles for the week and ran out of gas by loop one.
AniMal