The Curse's Blessing
Misfortune makes you run faster
I'm cursed. I know this because after researching it on the internet, I found irrefutable evidence. Wiki Answers said, ...
Illustration by Kevin Howdeshell
I'm cursed. I know this because after researching it on the internet, I found irrefutable evidence. Wiki Answers said, "If you believe you're cursed ... you are."
I knew it! It's just like the time I believed I was a trail runner, and then I was one.
My bad luck is way beyond the realm of random chance, but, until recently, I didn't realize misfortunes had benefits.
The realization emerged on a recent trip to Boise, Idaho, to race the Dry Creek Half Marathon. On the way there I went to Antelope Island to see bison. It was a beautiful day and I was getting great photos when a cantankerous brute decided he'd had enough. He singled me out, and chased me all the way back to my car.
Some might call this bad luck, but I'd been thinking all week that I should do some speed work. The adrenaline shot also kept me wide-eyed till Idaho, so I didn't risk dozing off at 70 mph.