This was prompted by MuniSanyo’s coment in another thread
reffering to 50km.
I am just curious as to how far you guys (and galls) can run and if there are anny good stories as to why you ran so far.
Personally I don’t know how far I could run. I have done plenty of 10-15km runs on purpose but my longest run was last year when I got 2 flat tires on a northern road about 45km from camp. I thought about waiting for a car to go by and catch a ride but the black-flies were driving me mad so I started jogging down the road.
After a while I was feeling pretty good with a steady pace going, probably 7 or 8 km in when I heard a car behind me. I turn around and stick my thumb out, It is two guys in a 4 door car with mountain bikes on top. The kind of people you would think would pick someone up… I guess not. Probably city kids. I keep running and am really working up a sweat but I can’t slow down otherwise the blackflies would swarm. I run for a good hour more when I hear another car, this one stops and gives me a ride the last 20ish km to the camp entrance. I tell you those extra 2km after running over 20 then being stuck in the back seat of a car for 20 were painful but I made it back in time for supper.
So my longest run was about 25km with no preparation, no water, and no training. If I would have had to run the whole way i would have been really hurting. Sort of makes me want to train for a marathon though.
I used to be a runner. One time my brother showed up at my place shot. He ended up dying. Then this guy who I thought was his friend abducted me and this old guy with a German accent started asking me questions. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about and then he tortured me by drilling my teeth with no anesthesia.
Well I finally got the hell out of there but the guy who I thought was my brother’s friend - and who must have killed him - started chasing me. And crap, he had a gun.
So I ran. And he kept coming so I ran some more. I must have run about 10 or 15 miles through the city before I finally lost him. I’d run further than that before, but never under such pressure.
Once I had to run the whole day. My boyfriend phoned me up and said that he got himself into trouble with his drug-dealer partners and owed them lots of money. So I quickly ran out of the house, and down the street to the bank where my dad worked. I asked him if he could give me the money to help my boyfriend but he told me that I was a stupid spoiled girl and no. So I took a gun off one of the security guards and robbed the place with it.
I then ran to get the money to my boyfriend while having various unusual interactions with german passer-bys on the way and came to the place where I was supposed to meet him. Unfortunately, he got desperate in my absence and went over to a near-by supermarket to rob it. He got the money to pay the drug dealers, but he also got a lot of policemen to come in and surround us and point guns at us. I had a bag full of money and I threw it in the air after they told me to drop it. When it hit the floor one nervous policeman with an itchy trigger finger shot my boyfriend dead.
I was a very sad girl so I stopped and started all over again.
Well, I’m sitting here in my living room tapping away at this computer.
But come to think of it, another time I was with two friends, foreigners you know, really different. And we had to track down a couple of other friends, two really short guys, who had been kidnapped by a gang of thugs. We ran for two solid days trying to track them down. I didn’t think we’d be able to run that long, but we did. Must have been the adrenaline.
In the end our friends managed to get away and disappeared into some woods, and the gang that took them got killed by another gang. But boy did we run a crapload those two days. It was madness.
I once ran so far that I ran clear into outer space and spent my time trying to save forests with my three little robot friends, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. It was really quiet out there.
I was a policeman who was blamed for the deaths of lots of people during a riot. They put me in a game show where I wore a colourful spandex costume which showed off all my big muscles. I ended up killing the bad guys, bumping into Mick Fleetwood and ended up bringing down the opressive government in a bid to broacast the truth.
Im not sure how far it was, but I know it was just 4 hours straight of running. Got into that groove where I wasnt tired anymore and just kept going, way off down some country road, turned off onto a path that went into the woods and somehow I ended up at a river. So yeah, 4 hours of average running speed.
I run 10km every week, the furthest I’ve run is 16km. If i put my mind to it my max would be about 30km before i die, either from exhaustion or the thing thats chasing me 30km.
I don’t like running. I think the farthest I’ve ever ran is 2 miles when it was required in Junior High P.E.
I’ve walked farther. Walking up and down Half Dome is probably the farthest I’ve done in a day, probably in the neighborhood of 20 miles total over about 8 hours because I didn’t park right at the trail head.
When I was in the navy I ran all over the South Pacific under water with Commander Richardson. He was obsessed with sinking this Japanese ship that he was convinced had done him dirty earlier. We took big risks for that fool. We ran a long way. It was quiet there…deep, too.
It was harder and more frustrating running under water with Clark Gable than being Bruce Dern bopping about in space with the adorable, little R2-D2 predecessors.
I think that way any time I click on one of Terry’s links. Mostly, I wonder, “why did I do that?”
, I know I did.