Headed out for an easy 6 along 21st East to Stratford. On my way down Stratford, a group of three runners, two guys and a woman, crossed just in front of me, with the last of them about 3 feet away from me. He looked at me and I said hello. He just turned the other way. No headphones or anything. This is one of my pet peeves--I go to the effort of saying hi and get a snub in response. A couple of minutes later, when I had just gotten over the snub, the same group emerged onto 1700 East about even with me. The unfriendly studmuffin barked something to the other two about picking it up, so all three crossed the street at a much-intensified pace onto my side (I assume they were just finishing up their run at Sugarhouse Park, which was about 100 meters away). I've never been passed on a training run and was not about to let my unsocial comrades have the satisfaction, so I calmly turned on the jets for about 1/2 mile. By the time I looked back, I couldn't see them and assume they stopped at the park. Funny what pride will do to a guy.
Other than my run-in with the Unfriendlies, the run was totally uneventful and relaxing.
Pace: 7:26
AHR: 156 bpm | 