running.

I’m here to log another run. Kind of a lame one but a run regardless. Did 2 more miles Tuesday and none last night. Oops. That puts me at a whopping 5, 1/2 way to my 10 for the week! Totally doable.

I decided all I need to do to up my mile time is run at night, in the dark, alone. Tay was working late last night and had already done his run so I went after we saw a movie to get a few miles in. Terrible idea. I did, however, run faster than normal since I was scared to death. Pathetic I know. At one point I was running in a dark place past a bus stop that is surrounded by bushes and didn't see a guy standing there off the sidewalk. When I did catch a glimpse of him, I made eye contact and was so caught off guard that I screamed bloody murder. Then he screamed. Sad. I felt terrible, the poor kid. I kept running but yelling things behind me like, "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there and you scared me." Then he said, "You scared me!" But i just kept running. And I kept laughing. So there is my story. Here's to never running at night, in the dark, alone, EVER again.