...I know how you feel little buddy
I’m a little bit late with this one, but as of Saturday afternoon Urbanathalon training reached it’s halfway point.
It’s hard to believe that in less than six weeks we’ll be at race day.
Training’s going smoothly, but I have to say I’m still been a little nervous about the actual event.
This being the crusader’s first Urbanathalon, it’s hard to imagine what the reality of flying over taxi cabs will be like.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the drivers of Chicago for removing that mental roadblock.
I’ve been assured that on race day the car obstacles will in fact be stationary, but where’s the challenge in that?
Just know that you’re complete lack of awareness of people on the sidewalk or legally crossing at the sidewalk has served a higher purpose.
Most people feel safe when they see that little walking, illuminated man waving them across the street. I know better, I know that no yield sign will contain your competitive nature.
You will triumph in the ultimate game of chicken, and no pedestrian will stand in your way.
Fear not, the knowledge that you will undoubtedly win this epic battle of automobile vs. man will not tame your need to beat that stroller to the intersection.
But you are not alone, you have two-wheeled friends too. And I would be remiss if I didn’t take this opportunity to thank the cyclists of the greater Chicago area for their ongoing course in the art of dodging silent, but quickly moving objects.
A good rule of thumb, if you’re going to be sharing the road with the cars, you might also want to share their traffic signals–that includes stop signs.
On the other hand, if you’re going to be sharing the sidewalk with us pedestrians you might consider not running us into the road.
But what am I saying?
Without you and your multi-axled friends my morning runs would simply be getting from point A to B and back again, rather than the lesson in that most primitive and fundamental of human responses: fight or flight… or the often forgotten third option of come to a screeching halt as a car comes careening out of a parking garage.
Thank you.
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…bi-daily smile…
Eco World
