Perhaps not the the sort of inspiration you were looking for Greg, but if can't help but share this. So I figure ill kickstart this thread with a dose of humorous and vile reality.
So last week on a short recovery run post Mt Taylor 50K, I was quickly rounding a blind corner on the trail blocked by a large outcrop of boulders. Feeling surprisingly spry I quickly made the turn with my attention on a particularly rocky bit of footing. To my surprise I look up trail at a junction to find two heavy set individuals going at it on top of a flat boulder like they were in a casting scene for 'Wild Mating Beasts of the Serengeti'.
I wasn't able to immediately process what I was witnessing and once it clicked I halted my pace to a dead stop like Wile E Coyote, digging my heels into the trail. The only thing I thought to say was "Seriously!?", with my hands raised up in disgust at the couple. Understand, this was at 12 high noon with the sun overhead on a quick run on my lunch break. Quite possibly tje last thing I expected to see. The ritual took place right alongside the trail , a mere 4ft from where I needed to pass.
Without breaking his "stride" the dude shrugged his shoulder at me in slight embarrassment and says "come on by man, you can pass, don't mind me none!"
I turned around in a state of confusion and ended my run right there. Afterwards, having some time to collect my thoughts I wasn't sure whether I should have congratulated the guy or responded the way I had.
A first for me on a run and one for the books. This morning on a run with my friend out on the same trail we passed the flat rock where the act occurred and I jokingly nudged him and said," Hey Pete, stay away from that rock right there."