It's been a while...

Haven't written in almost 2 weeks for no good reason at all. So now with the most important test looming ahead of me I figured the best thing to do to prepare for it is to increase my mileage precipitously and blog.

Dark Man and I had an interesting run in with a gentleman we will forever remember as the "Purple Heart". We had just done close to 4 hours of training (starting at 8:45 AM nonetheless) that included 8 repeats up our famous 1000-calorie hill, and were feeling pretty good. As we are less than 2 miles from campus and we pass a subdivision, this black SUV that is leaving aforementioned cluster of houses, peels out to catch us. He gives me enough clearance but nearly takes out Naveen with his rearview mirror. We then gesticulate and he decides to stop in the middle of traffic and backs up almost running us over. He then proceeds to scream at us and say that we should be riding in the grass and out of his way. Makes sense for him to be upset seeing how he was so vulnerable in his oversized gas guzzler. I wonder what the old fucker was rushing for; early bird ends at 4 PM not 1 PM. Maybe he was too blind to read his watch. When he got crazier, I told him I would call the police, at which time he realized he was going to lose and sped off. We decided to call the police after all having memorized the license plates but then I had to go back to work and we had to take off.

So after deliberating, we decided to proceed to out local police station. Having been a fraternity member for many years, and held offices such as risk reduction and social chair, I had plenty of experience with the men in blue. We went to West Lafayette police station around 8:00 PM and since apparently it's closed after 4:30 we were buzzered into a small waiting room. We then pondered what would happen if we were just held there indefinitely. Being of Irish and German descent we figured we were both ok. After sitting there for a bit, we were told that there really was nothing they could do since it was outside city limits and to try the Sheriff.

So we went across town and followed the drill. However, there were no policemen at the station, just one operating out of this, appropriately labeled, "Control Room". We waited until one was radioed in and showed up around 9:15. We talked for a bit and discussed options such as pressing charges or not. We decided not to, but at least to have an officer inform the attacker, in person, that what we had done to us was not cool. So after I recited the license plate and back came a blue pickup truck, we realized we did not actually have the correct plate number. We tried a few permutations of the number but no dice. Therefore nothing was done. However I must here thank the officer involved as they were very courteous and tried to help as much as they could. Glad to see our tax dollars are being well spent.

105 miles on the road today, tired. Sprints in the AM tomorrow and hill repeats in the PM. G'night and good luck (to me)!