Someone needs to tell me why I thought running at 5:30 in the morning was a good idea.
It's not my back, or my toe that's bothering me.
No, it's not the huffing-puffing, near death experience that is me trying to exercise.
It's not the sweating or the bunching of clothing.
No, what I hate is the dark.
Yup, it's pitch-black outside. BEAUTIFUL, but dark.
And every single car that passes as me as I'm running to the rendezvous point to see meet my running buddies, I'm convinced is going to stop and steal me away.
It's not fun.
You might say, "Oh you're being irrational." But am I? I don't know.
If I get Morgan-napped, then you'd feel really awful now wouldn't you?
This morning, AFTER I had run with my crew and was heading home, it was still dark, and a car pulled right beside me and SLOWED DOWN!
Turns out he was just turning. But still, it scared the proverbial pants off of me.
As I'm puttering along (because what I do at this point CAN NOT be called "running") I think to myself, "How would I kick someone's arse, should they decide to try something?" Then I think, "Crap. I wish I had some pepper spray." But then I think, "There are lots of rocks about. I'll just gouge out his/her (but realistically his) eyes. Or scream and run."
Either way, it's not fun.
There's no way around it either. I don't live NEAR enough to my running buddies to NOT spend SOME time alone.
And it's dark.
I don't like it.
I am SUCH a girl.