I know this because the curmudgeonly old man in the trucker hat who often walks my seaside running route with a squawking parrot on his poop-covered shoulder told me so the other day as I ran by during a tempo run.
And on my way back, he heard me coming and fully turned around with his arms extended in an attempt to stop me, his parrot wildly flapping its wings. “STOP! I need to talk to you!” he shouted as I flew by.
“Sorry, I need to see where I’m going! Safety first!”
He may have shouted a few profanities at me but I couldn’t quite hear him.
Stop during a tempo run? Sorry mister. I’m marathon training.
So what is curmudgeonly bird man so curmudgeonly about?
My headlamp. He doesn’t like my 80 lumen headlamp that barely lights the road in front of me because for that whole five seconds when I pass him by once or twice a week, it is “too bright in his eyes”. (more…)