I drove 2+ hours on Monday afternoon to northern San Diego, where I'll be until tomorrow morning. While I was interviewing sources and visiting sites for several articles yesterday, E. hiked up Torrey Pines, then went down to La Jolla to watch baby seals swim and sun themselves (it's birthing season).
Oh, the unfairness of it all.
After work yesterday, I hightailed it to the nearest place I could run that wasn't choked with traffic: Lake Miramar. I ran out and back 7 miles as the sun was setting, with 10 minutes to spare before they closed the park gates. It took me 59:25, or about an 8:26/mile pace.
Okay, I have 10 minutes before I have to get ready for work. Forthwith, one story I promised, entitled, "Empty Heads, Full Bladders."
Last week on a beautiful if cold afternoon, I ducked out of work for an 8-mile run on the Capital Crescent Trail. The trail, which goes through several upper middle-class to middle class neighborhoods in Bethesda and upper Northwest D.C., is heavily wooded in many parts.
On Mile 2, I noticed one teenage boy (about 14-15 years old) straddling a bike on a small hill above me to my left. He looked at me. "Hey Ethan," he called to a friend, who I could not see. I ran on.
I turned around at Mile 4, and started pushing it. I was aiming for negative splits on the run back, and by the time I got to Mile 7, or about the same place I saw the boy, I was breathing pretty heavily. I stopped briefly to catch my breath.
That's when I noticed two boys ahead of me, about 50 feet away. It was the same boy on his bike, and his friend, the aforementioned Ethan. They were on either side of the trail. I didn't really pay attention to them, although I noticed that they kept talking to each other quietly, then look back at me.
Two bicyclists rode by. Then an inline skater and a slow jogger. After about 20 seconds, I started running again. I glanced at the two boys. They seemed to be waiting. Just as I passed the boy on the left, he pulled down his pants and started peeing on the trail. He was facing away from me, and peeing at a diagonal.
Yellow urine started trickling down the asphalt trail.
"Oh, brother," I thought, and rolled my eyes, amused and irritated.
I kept running, but started laughing maniacally. A few feet ahead of the boy, I turned around, still running, looked him square in the eye and down there, pointed, and kept laughing. Then I turned around again and hightailed it out of there.
A second later, I heard a boy (the pissing dude's friend?) laugh really loud, whether he was laughing at his friend or me, I don't know. I wondered if they were going to come after me since I laughed at them. I picked up my speed just a bit.
I told a few colleagues later what happened, and one said that I should have asked them who their moms were, and that I would call them. The men I talked to about it got upset and said I should call the police. What do you think?