I started off this day wanting to accomplish two basic things.
#1 – My doggies are in serious need of pampering. So first thing this morning, they were whisked off to the groomers where they’re getting pedis and new summer doos. Considering they’re this cute to begin with, they’re bound to be simply irresistible after their day at the salon.


#2 –I wanted to try LSD today. No, not the drug. Drugs are for losers. I’m talking about a Long Slow Distance run. And, I set my sights on 7 miles. The good news – I made it happen, felt really good during the run, and had respectable stats:

Enter the Unwanted Saturday Drama.
While on my run (at about mile 5), I decided to turn off onto a pretty quiet road to take shelter from the hot sun and to cover some flat distance.
To set the scene, imagine a road lined with woods on one side and a restaurant and a real estate office on the other. On Saturday mornings, you don’t expect to see anyone at the back of this lane.
When I was making my way through this isolated area, low and behold I spotted a guy hiding in the brush behind some trees just watching me. He looked like he was dressed in his bedtime outfit of a wife beater tank and large baggy running shorts. What was even more odd is that he seemed to be intentionally trying to keep himself hidden at the point where I was expected to exit.
I was completely freaked out. And immediately went into paranoid mode (thanks Mom & Dad for raising me to be cautious!)
I sent my husband a text letting him know about the ‘creepy guy alert’ along with my location. I then turned around and made a b-line for the restaurant parking lot where there would be people (which is in the opposite direction from the guy).
After doing a bit of off-roading, I cut behind the real estate agency, through the restaurant parking lot, and hit a highly traveled road. I’m expecting my pace at this point was pretty decent – fueled by adrenaline.
I was then surprised (and happy to see) that my husband had made it to my location where he signaled to me and then took off to check out the area where creepy guy had been hanging out.
I felt comfortable enough proceeding with the 7 miles at this point. Plus, I was safely escorted and checked on the rest of the way by my strong, protective man.
Perhaps, creepy guy was really just weirdo guy who had no plans of doing anything other than hanging out where he was – and it coincidentally happened to be where I was running. But, you can bet that I wasn’t taking any chances and I’m glad that I played it exactly like I did.
Thanks to my husband as well for being my hero, as always.
Have you ever been freaked out by something or someone while outdoors working out?
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