So it’s about that time again and I’m getting antsy to leave this island. Find a new place to run. Something different to look at. Something. New. Please.
I had this brilliant (yes another one) idea to drive 15-20 min out of town and run on these super back country roads. Diane and I had both had to run 10 miles so I convinced her to go with me. The company is nice but also not a great idea to be in the middle of no where alone. Forget the bears and cougars in the area (I’m 100%) serious but the freaky people (yes, mostly perverted men-sorry guys) that might be out in the middle of nowhere too.
Before we headed up the hill I stopped at our local ranch supply store and came out with pepper spray.
Not so flat and super hot and sunny.
Who’s bright idea was this??
We walked for about a mile up then kinda ran for a mile then said screw it.
I felt so defeated. Thankfully I felt validated for the pepper spray when we saw this
Pretty romantic, no?
That treadmill has already paid for itself. I can’t believe how much I’ve used it. Because of the smoke I’ve been running inside. Today will be day 3. It’s so nice to have the option. Beggars can’t be choosers-or so I’m told. Meh.
Ever have an ideal run planned only to go wrong? Would you run outside through the smoke or on a treadmill? Ever feel like you need to get out of town?!