Doctor Delts and I exercise together a lot, always pushing each other to do better, but neither of us cares too much for running. Long slow distance, marathon prep and the like, just takes too much time for my taste, and I worry about repetitive strain injuries. Delts’ main concern is the prospect of losing muscle. I don’t agree with that exactly, as very high-speed running for brief periods, done in interval training style, can train the cardio and muscle systems very well with little risk of muscle loss. Some of our friends do like to run for distance, and to be honest, we find many of them very skinny. But we say, more power to them, whatever you like best, and whatever gets you active and fit is cool.
Change in Exercise Venue – Good Idea!
Still, we will go on the odd run here and there. Last week we decided to get out of the gym and take advantage of the sunny day with a quick jog near the waterfront. Getting out of the gym routine now and then is important for stimulation of the mind and body. We were heading for the trail next to the bay, and the street was bustling with others enjoying the weather. The waterfront path is better set up for runners, and we were dodging in and out a bit in the street on our way there.
As we approached the shoreline, people were on their way home from work, or heading to dinner at the restaurants nearby, so there was a lot of foot traffic. Someone in a car recognized Delts and honked a greeting. He turned, recognized who it was, waved, and shouted a hello. I turned back to the sidewalk, when I saw it.
Street Fighting Man
A small guy was running fast towards us, dodging as many people as he could, and hitting others. A woman behind him yelled and gestured, and I could see that the kid had something under his arm. I braced myself and put up my forearm to block him, and he dodged to his left, right into my friend’s path. Doc Delts was just turning away from his friend in the car. Though it happened in an instant, time seemed to slow down as the kid rushed forward, running straight into Delts, suddenly reducing his speed to a safer zero miles an hour, and knocking him flat on his back, almost as if he had been hit by a truck. The purse flew out of the kid’s hand. Delts is a rather big fellow, a bad choice for anyone to run through. After the impact, he was no worse for wear than being caught by surprise, and was actually smiling. He likes a good physical altercation now and then, though he rarely seeks them out. The kid was out cold but breathing, and looked as if he had fallen down dead drunk. The woman rushed to the scene, beaming with relief, and thanked Delts profusely when he handed her purse back to her with a proud grin. I called 9-1-1 while Delts guarded the guy, planning to sit on him if and when he woke up.
My Unintentional Hero!
The attractive lady gave Delts her card and asked him to call her sometime. I laughed to myself and shook my head with some envy, knowing how often this happens for him. Delts turned to me and said, “See why I like to train for mass? This was just like high school football blocking drills, but not boring.” I high-fived him, the police came and took the kid away, and we continued our run down to the wharf. Apparently Delts was going to play hard to get for now.
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