|This is where I defeated the dementors that have been chasing me for the last several days. My patronus was bright and strong.|
|Taking the road less traveled...That is until I got too scared.|
I got so spooked that I pulled out my ear buds just so I could hear if someone was running up behind me. I moved to the paved trails and I kept glancing around making sure I was alone. Every time I approached another person I made mental notes of their clothing, hair, build. You know...the details I would need to give the police in case I wasn't just pushed into the nearby river and left for dead.
I probably should have just abandoned the run and gone home, but I needed it so badly. For training and for mental soothing.
I don't think I'll be running that path, that late in the day, that alone, again. And maybe it's time to start carrying some pepper spray or a rape whistle.
P.S. As I finished my 7 miles, I remembered a blog post on a blog I really loved to follow several years ago. The writer was a free spirit who thrilled to run miles and miles just for the pure love of running. I just didn't get her back then. (I do now.) I remember, vividly, reading a post where she did a 7 mile run one afternoon, just as part of her day. No big deal. "Just 7 miles". I remember thinking, "That is so unhealthy. I think she has a problem. How is that humanly possible?"
It's always good when you can laugh at yourself.
P.P.S. I broke in my new shoes and belt tonight. All is well. The marathon training may continue.