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It’s hard enough to leave the warmth of your bed and drag yourself to the track. It’s even harder when your seven year old can lap you then look like he barely batted an eye as he plays Mario Bros. It’s even harder when you haven’t done the slightest bit of exercise for over a month and the effects of too much idleness and food makes it impossible to walk a flight of stairs without breathing hard. But I went to the track again today, and I did my warm up lap and saw it:
A Big Pile of Crap
Why would you let your dog do his business on the track? All that grass and trees covering the area, and you let your dog squat and mess where people have to walk/run.
That is the most asinine thing I have ever seen, and one that irks me to high heaven. Upper Darby has a dog park but it seems no one uses it. There is even something called Doggie Park that is known for a safe zone for dogs to run free. As a cat person, I would prefer people keep their dogs on a leash and walk them in their own areas, but that’s one person’s opinion. Some nasty f*cker let their dog crap on the track.
I sidestepped it and then ran along the outer edge of the track.
The woman jogging backward stepped in the present and went home cursing up a storm.
I used to just walk the neighborhood, combing Upper Darby in the early morning light. Then The Mister gave me a Nike+ insert and my sister claimed the track was the best place to train. I wasn’t and still am not training for anything. I just want to lose some weight and be in better shape. However, on the track, no one frowns when you walk with your weights or do a lap kicking your legs. No one stares as your ragged breathing indicates that you are at the point of dropping. In fact, the track and the denizens of the track, encourage you to do one more lap, one more set of pushups, and that last burning sit up.
Damn that dog owner for spoiling my track.
For now, I will sidestep the crap and keep walking. But lookout. That present you left in the middle may soon end up on your front steps.
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