A few scary incidents have already been mentioned in this blog including being stopped by abusive Russian police while out running near Smolensk (see ‘No Visa’), being chased by two guys in a car and on foot while leading a half marathon (see ‘Unexpected Hazards’), and being followed by a guy whose car I had banged when he cut me off at a corner (see ‘A road rage story’).
|Bucharest, Romania. |
On another occasion in the mid-1970s, I was returning to our campsite from an evening run through the suburbs of Bucharest in Romania, when I met a group of loud young men and women walking towards me, line abreast, along a path. They showed no sign of letting me pass. I moved to the very left-hand side, where there just room to squeeze through, but as I passed one of the guys pushed the girl on the end of the line into my path. I just had time to drop my shoulder to absorb the impact and knocked the girl heavily to the ground. Pandemonium broke out and I didn't hang around to see if the girl was OK, instead accelerating off into the gloom.
|Swan Street Bridge, Melbourne. |
I have heard of runners being hit by objects thrown from cars, but that has never happened to me, although I did once cop a milkshake while out riding my bike.
|Elwood coastline with Melbourne skyline|
in the background.
I ran a slow and lethargic 15km this morning on the roads with a few hills. My legs still felt heavy and stiff from Sunday's long run, although I was moving more freely by the end. When breathing harder on the hills, I'm still occasionally getting a feeling of pressure in my chest at the base of the sternum, but there's no other evidence of a problem and I'm inclined to pass it off as just the result of breathing harder. My resting pulse rate is now back below 40, where it was before I had the heart and lung problems late last year.