Crazy bun for a crazy day. (Yes, that is a LOTR poster behind me.) And bonus: today’s running tip!
Work was the pits today, so I came home exhausted but hoping to blow off some major steam with a short run. I started off too fast (oops!) but leveled off to a more manageable pace soon after.
Near the end of my first mile, I was running along the road near a seminary facing traffic. In the other lane, I noticed a truck slow down as it passed me, and then pull over a bit ahead of me. This struck me as a little weird, so I kept my guard up as I passed. Call it divine intervention, but my gut feeling told me to run into one of the driveways into the seminary to “tie my shoe.” I glanced behind me and saw the truck pulling out. As it passed me, the driver, a middle aged man who had rolled down his window, stared at me with this dead look in his eyes. There’s no other way to describe it. I stared right back, but I felt incredibly uncomfortable. As he drove further away, he looked back in his side mirror and then FINALLY disappeared.
This upset me for trivial reasons (oh no I had to pause my workout!!), but also for legitimate ones: why should I feel unsafe when I run outside? I wasn’t wearing anything indecent, and even if I was wearing, say, just a sports bra and shorts (and I would hardly call that indecent), should that matter? Maybe I’m making too big of a deal out of it, but this incident felt worse than any catcalls I’ve received. Bleh.
After I shook that off, I finished up my run. I’m pretty sure my GPS got messed up since I don’t think I ran this fast, but I’ll post what it recorded anyway (keep it mind that this doesn’t include my break):
The stats: 2 mi. in 16:38 mins.
Anyway, hope your Mondays were great! Is it the weekend yet?