Rope-a-Dope Position and Yelling

Thursday,I needed to hit Bradbury after work.  I had slept very little Wednesday night.  I woke from fitful sleep at 2:40am and was up for good.  It had taken forever to fall asleep cause my brain wouldn't shut off.  If I wasn't woken up by hot flashes, I'd probably gotten decent sleep, but, with the rude awakening, my brain immediately started working on work issues. 

I started out on the east side, unfortunately my brain still at work.  Crap.  Damn it.  I wanted to be like Ann.  I tried to direct my thoughts elsewhere, to have no thoughts.  No such luck.  It took a while, but I noticed a squirrel or two.  OK, Brad, work your magic.  Near Fox West, Jeremy Squirrel startled me.  Yup, I was actually really smiling now.  Unfortunately, not long on to Fox West, I ran into a group of mountain bikers.  The first three of four went by pretty uneventfully.  I moved far to the right, on the edge of the trail.  They moved far to the left of the trail (their right).  There were more riders, though that had not been communicated to me.  The next guy was going like a bat out of hell right down the middle of the single track.  He made no attempt to adjust.  I tried to move off best I could, but ended up in a rope-a-dope-type position, yelling, "I have the right of way!"  I got no sorry, no anything.  I kept yelling after him, "I have right of way".  A few more riders from the same group followed.  They were in more control and one even said sorry. 

I had adrenalin flowing.  I started running fast.  I was angry.  I imagined what I would do if I actually knew what the idiot looked like.  I envisioned me running the trails till I found him, where upon I would tackle him off him bike and kick the shit out of him.  After a bit, I chastised myself for wasting such energy on the idiot.  Instead, I began to appreciate how fast I was running without even realizing the effort.  I finished up my run with 4.6 on the garmin.