>Time is 1:42am in the UK
>Actual snowstorm covering my town
>Decide "Hey I'm a fat autistic POS, lets go for a walk since snow is cool"
>Gear up in boots and scarf with gloves ready for a nice hour long walk
So there I am walking up a hill enjoying the peace and scenery. I am a fat mid twenties male so I am not really expecting what happens next. I see over the crest, a man walking in the middle of the road towards my direction. I think nothing of it because why the fuck is anyone dodgy going to be out at this time? So I continue walking up the hill thinking nothing of it. As we get closer to eachother he sneakily starts walking onto the pavement in front of me.
I'm a bit weirded out at this point so I go "Alright mate?" as a friendly gesture. He doesn't respond, I call again and he still doesn't respond. Might be my imagination but I swear he was walking brisker at me.
Now I am really pissed off what I did next because I ran like hell. It's almost 2am, the roads are dead and its just me and him, I've never had a proper fight in my life and all I'm thinking in my head is "GUY HAS A KNIFE AND IS PROBABLY A MIGRANT". I am a fat bastard but somehow the adrenaline made me speed away faster than I've ever known. Despite the snow I didn't slip. So what the fuck was the guy's problem? Why did he start walking on the pavement only when we were crossing paths? My town isn't known for things like this but occasionally it does happen. I'm just so pissed off man because I feel like a coward. Still thats the most running I've done in years so I was coughing my lungs up for 10 minutes after.
Maybe I should join a boxing gym.
>Actual snowstorm covering my town
>Decide "Hey I'm a fat autistic POS, lets go for a walk since snow is cool"
>Gear up in boots and scarf with gloves ready for a nice hour long walk
So there I am walking up a hill enjoying the peace and scenery. I am a fat mid twenties male so I am not really expecting what happens next. I see over the crest, a man walking in the middle of the road towards my direction. I think nothing of it because why the fuck is anyone dodgy going to be out at this time? So I continue walking up the hill thinking nothing of it. As we get closer to eachother he sneakily starts walking onto the pavement in front of me.
I'm a bit weirded out at this point so I go "Alright mate?" as a friendly gesture. He doesn't respond, I call again and he still doesn't respond. Might be my imagination but I swear he was walking brisker at me.
Now I am really pissed off what I did next because I ran like hell. It's almost 2am, the roads are dead and its just me and him, I've never had a proper fight in my life and all I'm thinking in my head is "GUY HAS A KNIFE AND IS PROBABLY A MIGRANT". I am a fat bastard but somehow the adrenaline made me speed away faster than I've ever known. Despite the snow I didn't slip. So what the fuck was the guy's problem? Why did he start walking on the pavement only when we were crossing paths? My town isn't known for things like this but occasionally it does happen. I'm just so pissed off man because I feel like a coward. Still thats the most running I've done in years so I was coughing my lungs up for 10 minutes after.
Maybe I should join a boxing gym.
