It was very dark and very cold at 6:30 this morning. But that was OK. I felt good about running, I'd slept well, and I had enough energy to decide to run a route that would be a little bit challenging. So I left my driveway, ran down the street, feeling good. Some downed branches blocked the sidewalk a few houses down from mine, so I moved out into the street. Still feeling good, and then....I stopped dead in my tracks.
About ten feet in front of me, a large skunk crossed the road. He (she?) stopped in the middle of the street and turned to look at me. I live with an animal lover, so I know to look for certain signs of distress in the skunk: stomping his feet, standing on his front legs -- these are not good signs.
But this skunk didn't do that. He just stared at me. I took a couple of steps backward. Satisfied, he kept on walking. I turned and ran really fast in the other direction.
I didn't do the challenging route I had planned (since a skunk was likely to be hanging out along there somewhere), and, full of adreniline, I ran much faster than I had planned and pooped out halfway through the run.
This is a cancer blog, but I can't really connect all of this to cancer in any way, other than to say:
But you already knew that....
2 comments:
P U
Love,
Papa
Glad you made it out of there unscathed!
<3 Julia
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