Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
Man, I ran everywhere when I was a kid. It definitely saved me a couple of times. For example:
When I was little, I lived in Brooklyn Heights on Montague street. I played with a group of kids. This was the mid 60’s. I guess you could call us a little gang. Anyway, we were playing on the back street in back of Montague when a pedophile tried to lure us into his apartment. He had a bunch of candy. One of the kids I was with said, “My Dad told me about people like you!” and we bolted. We ran to the closest police officer we could find. We took him back to the apartment and showed him. The cop called for back up. The next thing you know, they were roughing the guy up pretty good. They took him away in handcuffs and they had a couple of boxes too.
What really started my running career was this, I tried out for the soccer team in high school. The coach said, “Hey Nice! Come over here.” I went over to him. He said, “Brian, I’ve been coaching soccer for 25 years and in that time, you’re probably the worst soccer player I’ve ever seen, but you can run like the wind so go see that guy over there.” and he pointed to the track and field coach. That was the start of my running career.
Running also saved me from the following event. I was in the woods making out with a girl. Imagine that. Anyway, me and this girl saw a guy appear in the distance. The guy stopped. Looked at us, and started running toward us. I said, “Holy shit! Run!” Me and the girl started running as fast as we could. We ran out of the woods through a field and up to my parents house where we hid. I looked out the window, but never saw the guy, so yeah, running saved us.
I’ve got a bunch of running stories, but I’ll tell you one more. I was in Daytona Beach training for Track & Field. It was during spring break and it also happened to be Biker Week. Well, a group of us were running along the beach and we ran past some bikers. They yelled at us, “Hey you faggots.” So of course, I turned around and flipped them off. That wasn’t a good idea, because one of the bikers started running towards me and with one stride he took a knife out of his boot and started coming after me. Well, luckily I could run a 4 minute mile pace and the guy couldn’t catch me. The guy yelled in frustration and ran into the waves. He was definitely tripping on something. Thank god.
But actually, the best run of all was a run I did with eleven other guys. We ran for the Guinness Book of World Records and our school. We ran from Santa Monica, California to the east coast. We got the record. We were in the Guinness book of World Records. We ran 24/7 for 2 weeks. It was the toughest thing I’ve ever done. But you know what, all that running stuff got me ready for what I’m going through now. Running taught me to turn frustration into determination, to never give up, and to have patience.
That’s all for this week. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice