Yesterday afternoon I decided to take a break from work to head over to the track for a short progressive tempo run. It was misty and cool and overall perfect false-Spring weather – just right for a little workout.
I got over to the track and was kind of dinking around to finish my warmup – taking some photos between drills, checking out the ad for Sherlock on the adjacent broadcast center, and generally zoning out to the rush of cars on the street by the track.
I finally got my butt in gear and started the workout. I got about 200 m in before I slammed to a halt, mouth dropping open in shock. One of the cars in the trackside parking lot was ON FIRE!!!
Luckily, this realization was instantly followed by a rush of sirens as the fire-trucks (called in by far more observant passers-by) came to the rescue. They quickly put the fire out, but not before the entire front of the car.
Someone was having a very, very unfortunate Valentine’s day…