However, the actual use of the word I'm talking about here was not biatch. It was the real thing. Directed at me. While running. And all I did was glance at a truck parked in an unusual spot on the side of the road, which apparently had a female occupant behind its tinted windows. Said occupant decided to scream the aforementioned obscenity at me just after I was past the vehicle.
Never a dull moment as a runner. I've had a few honks and whistles in the past, but apparently women have a different opinion of me when I'm running than men do. I imagined some confrontation scenarios, which wasn't very satisfying. But I'm not a confrontational person, so I just kept running. And then I thought about something I just read in Running the Edge yesterday:
Running is hard enough all by itself. The drive-by taunters screaming, "Run Forrest!" as you measure the road one stride at a time do not have what it takes. The millions who know they should run or at least exercise a little to take care of their bodies don't have what it takes. They cannot get off their couches or out the door for more than three consecutive weeks following a New Year's resolution. They cannot climb the mountain.
Just in being a runner, you have already succeeded in doing something many cannot.
So take that you cranky old lady smoker chick in the beater truck on the side of the road. I have what it takes!