It was around 9:00 in the evening and I decided I had better get some running/walking in because the Ragnar is in (gasp) 3 days. Just 3 days until the big “run/walk-my-butt-off-until-I –am-near-collapse-day.” Yeah, I am excited (not).
Anyway, Scott told me there was only about a half hour of sunlight left, but not to worry, even running in the dark wasn’t too bad. Well, I did something rather foolish.
I started running toward Centerville. I ran. I felt okay. I ran a bit more. My sides started killing me (never had that happen before—it’s usually the lung thing that stops my momentum). So I stopped running and walked and walked and walked. I got 2.5 miles into Centerville (not too shabby).
Then I realized I had to run/walk the 2.5 miles back to my van. It started out not too bad and then boy oh boy it got DARK. I was dumb. I admit it. I didn’t have a head lamp or a butt lamp or a reflective vest. Nope, just me alone in the pitch black dark.
I wasn’t afraid of getting kidnapped. I wasn’t afraid of getting hit by a car (I was extra careful and stayed on the sidewalk). What I was afraid of, was tripping over tree branches that fell from that crazy wind we had a few days before, falling in a hole, or tripping over uneven sidewalks. AND, when a car approached with its headlights, I was blinded—completely blinded to everything.
Branches hung out over the sidewalk as well and threatened to take off my head.
It was stupid and dangerous. But I did it. I did 5.1 miles. That is my first and longest leg in the Ragnar race. I did it.
I got home around 10:30pm. My garage was open. Scott’s car was gone. He went out looking for me. I find that very sweet. He cares. He loves me. I thought he would have been at home, in bed, sleeping and not even noticing I wasn’t there. He gave me the what for though when he came home. “Never, ever, EVER again,” he said. I agreed.
The he massaged my very sore feet for me. What a guy. I know I dog on him every once in awhile (he would say every day, but that’s just not true) but I sure do love that man. It’s been 16 years now and we still like each other a whole lot—it’s awesome.
Okay, so don’t run in the dark. It’s scary. It’s dangerous. Trees start looking like evil things and you swear you see shapes moving and changing—like in Lord of the Rings or something. So don’t do it. Actually, running in the middle of the day sucks too. The morning isn’t too bad, but it’s early and you can’t sleep in. So, it’s becoming quite apparent that there’s just no good time of the day to go running :P