Only time for 5 miles this morning, started with the team, and finished by myself. Thought we had faculty meeting at 7:15, so I cut my run short so AnnMarie could get in a couple miles, and that's about all she had time for. I get to school, and no faculty meeting. Bummer. I REALLY need to get in another run tonight, especially since tomorrow I'll only have the chance to run once, due to my night class in Afton I must attend. Out.
Met my goal of getting in another run, though it was only four miles and not without some drama. I didn't get out the door until about 9:20, so it was plenty dark and I decided I'd better gear up with a headlamp and reflective vest. I ventured east until main street intersects Hwy 30, then turned around and headed out west to the "west side" to my two mile mark, then turn around again and head for home. Basically, my four mile loop. On my way back into town with about 1 mile to go, I see a car approaching from the south--behind me. I move over to the west side of the road, so I'm clear on the other side of the road from the vehicle. As the car approaches, I glance over my shoulder to check where the car is, and much to my surprise/dismay/fear it is no less than four feet clear of me and approaching fast. I jump into the barrow pit, and let out a phrase that rhymes with firetruck. No luck in catching a license plate i.d, all I could do was hope for a train to pass through town soon enough to block this car from crossing the tracks and escaping my wrath. No luck with the train, so the best I could do is finish my run and recount to AnnMarie what had happened. My guess is it was probably some high school punks--probably students of mine, but if I find out who it is, they'll have a broken windshield and tires flattened--but just on the bottom side. Too much drama for 4 measly miles. | 