This morning I headed out for a run with Florian, who is visiting for a month. He came along to carry my water bottle and camera so that I could concentrate on my run. I rarely take a camera with me but I asked Florian to bring it just in case he saw something interesting to photograph. We left the flat at 6, walked across the wadi, arriving at the start of Nizwa Exercise Trail shortly before 7.
The temperature was rather cool at 27 degrees Celsius (81 F) so I decided to attempt four miles in 40 to 42 minutes. In order to accomplish this I needed to maintain a pace of 10:00 to 10:30 per mile without walking on the hills. The first two miles went as planned with 10:20 and 10:04 splits. The toughest part of the route was behind me. I still felt strong and started to think that I could finish in a little under 40 if I picked up the pace on the straight part of the trail. This was a dumb strategy because this flat section covers about a half a mile and then the trail becomes hilly again on my way back. How could I forget? I slowed down and tried to get back to my original plan which was soon interrupted by a bad driver on the street that runs parallel to the exercise trail.
Instead of concentrating on the road this driver tooted his horn and greeted me with some dumb comments. Within seconds, the car skidded into the loose gravel, causing it to spin around in a circle and fly backwards into a support cable on a hydro pole. The impact of the vehicle broke the cable and snapped the center support of the pole, sending the overhead transmission lines crashing down on the running path. I sprinted to the road, terrified that I was about to be electrocuted by falling wires.
I was safe and pace no longer mattered. I tried to regain my composure and figure out what to do about the accident. Thank goodness, a more sensible driver arrived on the scene and called the police. The local police were on the scene within a couple of minutes. I stopped my Garmin at 2.5 miles and walked past. The driver and passengers were all safe.
I tried to resume my run but I couldn’t concentrate on running. So, I walked back to meet Florian who had my water and camera. After a few photos and some water, I ran another mile and called it a day.