About two years ago, I got tired of being a fat video gaming geek. I started running, first on a treadmill, then outside. I ran a few organized 5ks, then 10ks, and this January, my first marathon. I’m going to run another marathon in June, and to train, I need to run long distances at least once a week. Because of my schedule and circumstances, the best time for me to run is at night. I run on a sidewalk along a well lit street, with reflective gear and a blinking bike light.

Tuesday, at about the 3 1/2 mile point, someone in a car going about 45 miles an hour tossed an egg at me and it miraculously hit me right in the junk.

I crumpled to the ground almost instantly; by the time I could look up through my blinding pain, I couldn’t see any identifying characteristics of the car that egged me, other than to tell it was a car, not a truck.

I couldn’t do anything for the next five minutes other than hunch over, in a semi-fetal position. I don’t know how to describe the pain, the closest thing to it is having the wind knocked out of you, feeling like you have to go to the bathroom, and having a porcupine in your crotch, all at once.

I won’t lie. My first reaction was rage. Was there any way I could get up and chase down those miscreants, silver-Terminator style and exact a revenge? Of course not, they were long gone. My second reaction was also rage, but more generalized. Here I am, trying to improve my health, and some stranger I’ve never wronged to the best of my knowledge throws a fastball to my family jewels? Why?

As I sat, crouched protectively around my wounded…pride amidst dime sized fragments of egg shell, I then wondered what to do next. Here I was, miles from home, injured, and alone.

Or was I?

I always run with my phone. Besides being my mp3 player, it tracks my runs through GPS. I considered calling the police, but I really had no useful information to give them. I also considered calling my wife, but it was late, and she really needed the rest. As I straightened up from the ground, I got on Twitter and typed, “Ending my run early. I just got egged in the groin by a car going at least 45 mph.” Within seconds, I had 4 or 5 responses of sympathy and outrage. As I slowly limped toward home, 36 messages of support and concern, jokes and remedies distracted me from the pain, and helped me continue walking toward home. I was even able to jog the last 2 miles.

I want to thank the following people for helping me that night. With 140 characters or less, you let me know you cared, you were angry on my behalf. You made sure I was all right, that I could get home.

You were with me.

At the moment I wanted to hate my fellow man for inflicting pain on me, you reminded me that love and community is always stronger than hate, rage and aggression. That words have power to heal as well as hurt. That we don’t have to face our problems, no matter what they are, alone.

Thank you.

@Schnik, @TheFireTracker2, @ahockley @cherylble, @gamewatcher, @MikeCanDoIt, @Dumbelievable, @chilisweet, @janelpettit, @thagrrrl79, @GunnarSimonsen, @bpmcgillis, @dagraffman, @michaelperozzo

 

8 Responses to Pegged by an egg.

  1. Kari Frost says:

    Tim…I’m so sorry to read this. I’m even more sorry that it’s not the least bit surprising that this happened. The complete and utter loss of decency and kindness in society today is abhorent. I hope you are feeling better and I, too, am outraged that this happened. Karma will take care of the rest. Hugs to you, my friend!

    • Tim B. says:

      Thank you Kari. As I said, I was hurt and angry, but I really appreciated the support of many, some of whom were strangers. It gave me hope.

  2. Cory says:

    Well that really sucks, probably your slowest pace ever!
    seriously, glad your are ok. Another reason to love twitter, albeit unexpected one – “egg to the junk recovery”

    • Tim B. says:

      Yeah, that really didn’t help my run at all. I was planning to run 15 miles, didn’t even make half that.

  3. john says:

    what city was this in?

  4. Tim: First of all, I admire your determination to get healthy and fit in that run whenever you can. I know that I need to start running more, and yet I don’t stick to a consistent schedule. You on the other hand, stay committed and I admire that.

    I’m so sorry to hear about the fast-ball – not cool! But also, loved reading that your network stood up to keep you company.

    I’d be just as upset and not know what to do or how to react. Luckily, we have friends where we least expect them eh :-)

    • Tim B. says:

      Ricardo,
      Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. I really appreciate your encouragement in the area of exercise; sometimes it’s hard to keep the motivation up.

      I have really come to value this experience because it has shown me the empathy and kindness ofof my personal network. All things considered, this wasn’t a very serious incident. It is comforting to know how many people would have my back if something really went down.

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