The D vs The Car
I told ya'll back in the Birthday List post that it was only a matter of time before I get hit by a car when out on my evening runs didn't I? DIDN'T I?!? Here are all the HORRIFIC details. It's a classic Monday night in late August in Kansas City the temperature is just shy of that equal to the surface of the sun. The humidity makes the air thicker than granny's mashed taters (lumps of tater skin included). I'm out running on my usual four mile route, minding my own business. I'm running at a record pace, I finish the first half in record time. I'm on the second half of the route on my way back to the house. I'm heading west on 45th Street almost at the intersection of 45th and Madison. 45th is a 2 way Street that heads west to east. Madison is a 3 lane one way street heading north, towards Westport and points beyond. This run is not like the other ones I've had lately. I've really been struggling on my previous runs for the past month or so. I attribute it to the heat and humidity, but this day it was just as humid and just as hot as those previous runs. But this run I was really feeling great! I was right in the middle of a Runners High. Zoned out, breathing is easy, pace is up, hard Rock is blasting from my Ipod. I didn't have to fight any wind, it was just great! As I get to the intersection of 45th street and Madison I slow down and stop, I also stop my wristwatch. There's a car sitting at the intersection with a male driver, it's a small sports car like a Miata or some other P.O.S. car. He is coming from the east or up the hill and wanting to go north on to Madison, he has his left turn blinker on. His windows are up, much like everyone else's, with the a/c blasting cool arctic air into their cars. There's traffic coming up the hill on Madison and all 3 lanes are crowded with cars racing to get home or wherever people go at this time of the early evening. I am standing on the corner waiting for the traffic to clear. There's no crosswalk or lights at this intersection just stop signs for the traffic on 45th street. After a few seconds the traffic begins to clear out. I look at the driver of the Miata he is looking at the oncoming traffic. I keep watching the driver, sweat pouring down my face just as if I was standing in the shower, wanting him to go or to give me some sort of signal that he sees me, or is at the very least is aware of my existence. As I wipe my face with the bottom on my tee shirt I think I see him give me the go head "wave". So I step out from the curb and begin running across the street. Then, as I am half way across the street I see, out of the corner of my eye that is asshole is gunning his car right after me! I can even hear the squeal of his front wheel drive crapper over the sonic rock that my Ipod is cranking out! I get about 2 more steps then have to dive for the curb with both arms stretched out as if I was sliding into third base head first with my arms stretched out. I have to dive about a whole lane in order to get to the safety of the sidewalk. As I land on the concrete of the sidewalk, and begin to roll my ipod falls off of my arm and flies into the gutter of 45th Street. I roll only once and land on my back. As I lay there, heart going a thousand beats a minuets, adrenaline coursing thought my veins. I think I hear this douche bag say "Next time be faster!" as he was speeding north on Madison. I think "What? Are you fucking kidding me?" I think I'm in shock at this point. Did I just hear what I think I heard? No fucking way did that dude just yell at me? NO HE DIDIN'T!" I stand up debating whether or not to race after this ass-clown and yank him from his car and beat him like a rented mule. I decide against such an action because I don't think I could get off with pleading self-defense. Plus I just ran 3 miles so I was kind of tired. I'm shaking, I have to sit back down to collect myself. Holy fuck I think, I was almost run over by a car that weights about as much as I used to. But thanks to my cat (o.k. more like elephant) like reflexes he didn't hit me but I sure as hell know he can dam close. I pick up my Ipod and walk the rest of the way home. I was too out of sorts to run back home. I just keep saying to myself WTF? WTF? WTF? I still can't believe that someone would intentionally try to run me over. What the hell did I do to this fucker? I wasn't hurt but still kind of freaked out by the whole thing. Best of all my Ipod is totally fine. People always tend to ask me why I make such a big deal of my birthday. The answer simple because shit like that can happen any time or anywhere. Just be glad you made it a whole other year and hope you make another whole year! Because when you stop celebrating your birthday then you're FUCKED! North is at the top of your screen. The house with the red roof in the northeast corner is no longer there. that whole corner are now new condos. I was running from left to right. From Madison to Belleview is down hill in the direction I was running. I was standing at the north east corner.
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