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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Running In The Rain

I'll get straight to the point. I like running, but I wasn't running. I told my self I would start running when I came to Turkey. Huh, yeah right, I was just putting it off. 

Well, I'm proud to say that I have broken the chain of lazyness and for the past three or four weeks I've gotten into a good routine of running! I bring it up now because I had a fun/weird short experience tonight...

\The weather isn't the best here in Istanbul, it rains a lot more than any other place I've ever lived and today was not an exception. This was the second time that I got caught in a crazy down pour on a run. I stepped out of my house and started on my run right away it wasn't raining that bad at the time and so I had no worries. It only really started pouring when I got down to the seaside! Man, it was bad. But the rain isn't the experience I'm talking about.

As I was getting close to home again I was running along the side walk and I saw a man walking towards me. He was silhouetted and I could see that he was walking lopsidedly, the tongue of one of his shoes was sticking out and his jacket wasn't on properly. As I got closer I could see that he was leering at me, and I could tell that he was drunk or high. When I was about to pass him on the right, he stopped walking turned his left shoulder to me, leering the whole time, and stuck his right foot out behind him. He tried to trip me!
Even though It happened quickly I saw what was happening and was prepared for it. I hopped over the protruding foot nimbly, reminding my self of the sentence I had written so many times as a child "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." and kept running. I actually started thinking about how I would write about what had just happened the instant after I fully processed it all.

What a weird experience, Turks are usually kind but this man was completely rude and malicious. So weird. Any way I wanted to share that funny and strange experience with you. I hope you got a laugh out of it like I have.

God Bless
Peter Davis

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