I’ve become good friends with Jim Dietz, pictured above, through the Flying Irish Running Club. One of the original members of the Flying Irish, Jim is well-known and respected. Besides the club’s Thursday runs, I’ve attended many events and get-togethers over the years in which Jim was also involved. He runs a business just north of Spokane called Dietz Christmas Tree Farm.
Unable to run because of an injury, I watched the race while taking photos of my running club co-members. When Jim came into view, I noticed several things he should be doing to run faster, so I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Lift your knees, Jim! Don’t swing your arms so much! Lean into the wind! Pass that guy in front of you! Put your shoulders back!”
When I tell someone what to do to get better and they do something like this, I get really, really mad.
The rest of the day I couldn’t get the incident out of my mind. I have never been so offended.
However, as I was driving, I got a call from Jim Dietz. He told me how fun Bloomsday had been and apologized for not hearing a word I said when I shouted at him during the race. He plugged his ears because he’s sensitive to loud music.
I hadn’t thought of that. It’s a Bloomsday tradition to have bands play at several spots along the course. One was playing right by me, and they were pretty loud.
I told Jim no problem and at the Flying Irish’s next club meeting, it was like nothing had happened. Jim and I were good friends once again.