I teased it last week, and now I want to give you guys a taste of chaos!
Last week, I wrote about my upcoming book, Treadmill Tales. It has been a joy to work on and something I am incredibly excited about. The finishing touches are still being put on it, and I'm happy with the progress being made. Many of the stories that will be included in this work were written a couple of years ago, giving me the chance to revisit all of the moments of ridiculousness. It's been so much fun!
I've decide today to give you a little peak. A sample on a toothpick at the mall, so to speak. So, I give you one of the stories that will be included in the book.
Enjoy, and as always you can keep up with my on Twitter at www.twitter.com/JHChampine!
People train for all sorts of things. Sporting events, marathons, 5K runs, dance recitals, hot dog eating contests, even zombie runs.
If you've never seen or heard of a zombie run, you should take care of that. Now. Right now. While I have never participated in one, friends of mine have, and it’s supposedly one of the best things on the planet. I like my multi-day 50k walks, but a zombie run sounds like a blast.
By now you all should know that I've seen a lot of crazy things on the track, and the crazy factor is one of the reasons I love it so much. People on the phone dressed for the office, newspaper readers, you guys have read it all by now, right? While training, people do all sorts of various exercises while there; jogging, walking, walking backwards for hamstring work, etc.
I once saw a grown man skip around the track. Trust me, it was as funny as it sounds. The fact that he had biceps the size of my thigh told me that whatever he does was working for him, though.
But even I get to see a new one from time to time, and it always catches my attention. One day, I saw a man slowly jogging around the track. Nothing unusual, about that, sure, except that his slow jog was in a zig-zag pattern.
He even had a good rhythm going.
Lap after lap, he continued like this for at least half an hour. Most of us on the track gave him his space, largely because he was a walking landmine in the middle everything just waiting for either him or us to slam into each other. I watched a few runners moving at a faster pace juke around him like a car commercial.
Now I know where stunt drivers train.
Of course, I found myself wondering what exactly he was trying to do. Was he was trying to get in as many steps as possible with each lap? Possibly. I can only imagine he covered well over standard distance that way.
Maybe he simply wanted a little variety in his view of the basketball courts. They are fascinating. Well… okay, I hope that wasn’t it.
But then it dawned on me. Maybe, just maybe, he was training. For what, you ask?
Escaping a charging rhino.
Makes perfect sense to me. You never you know what that sort of thing might happen.
I imagine that anyone who has actually been chased by an angry, huge, charging rhinoceros had the thought, "Man, I wish I was better prepared for this!" That won’t happen to our zig-zagging friend here.
Good for him. That kind of preparedness may keep him alive one day. At a minimum, all that training will keep him in shape.