So it seems the running theory I'm capable of IHS has been confirmed.
I was going home with my cousin after we'd made our hourly quota of exercise for the day (which basically involved running laps). Then I suddenly hear this shriek and some guy runs past holding a woman's purse.
Despite being somewhat tired, the guy's overweight, so I figure, what the hell, I can catch the fucker. So I run after him. It's important to say at this point that I was still listening to music, so I had my headphones on.
As I run across the street, I suddenly find myself flung to the side with a lot of force. I roll around on the ground a bit and manage to scamper to my feet (thank you, years of judo, for teaching the proper way to fall down without injuring myself). I resume the rush, and tackle the guy down. A variety of onlookers start gathering around, all of them start asking, almost at once,
"Dude, are you okay? You should go to the hospital or something."To which I reply,
"Why? I'm just short on breath."And then some people turn and look at where I'd fallen down. There was a car like
thisthis with some skid marks on the street...
...and a nice, me-sized dent smack in the middle of the bumper.
I ended up checking at the hospital. No injuries whatsoever. Not even from rolling around on the asphalt.
I'm fucking scared.