 It's official: I should be the next pin-up girl. With 27 layers and pepper spray.
Nothing like running a lot of 0.8 mile loops around your trailer park wearing a painter's mask to make you feel like a winner in life. It was dark, cold, and smoggy.
The trailer park's night security guard (in the little go-cart) chased me down. I kept running, and it took them about 0.4 miles to catch up as I wove through the tiny streets (entertainment). "Do you live here?" "What are you doing?" "Are you sure you're just exercising?" "Why are your wearing a mask?" Once we all figured out I wasn't going to sneak in through someone's doggie door and steal their cookies, we went our separate ways.
There were 3 cops surrounding a trailer. That was exciting. It also interrupted my loop. A man carrying a pipe stopped me, asking if I had seen his little dog. I said no and kept running. I tried to ignore him the subsequent times he tried to stop me (he creeped me out) and once I saw him driving in his car circling his trailer, I cut that area out of my loop.
Oh, and at the 9 mile mark the "crazy-old-hoarding-man" died and was being removed from his trailer. Even though his trailer was filled with piles of garbage and he'd sneer and me and my kids whenever we went passed, I am sensitive to death and it put a damper on my mood, and I ended up slowing down a bit the last few miles.
I also removed my mask after 8 miles, it became restrictive once it was filled with frozen condensation.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching the progression of two Florida girls (who I presume came for OR) shovel snow from their grass, sent up some weird tarp tent from the trees, and alternate moving the car around to shine the lights in different areas (they didn't have headlamps), and sit in it to thaw (their winter clothing was cuter than warm).
Who knew so much goes on at 10pm in a trailer park? Fortunately the trailer park is "safer" than my surrounding areas (I've had scary experiences in daylight there...Like the big black guy who cut me off in his car and hopped out yelling at the top of his lungs to come to his car so he could spray me with his body spray. Also memorable is the hispanic man who followed me with a baseball bat and the strange skinny white guy who wanted me to look at the chihuahua in his pocket).
I much prefer the trails. At least this all took only 1:42. Felt like I was going faster, probably because I was on mixed ice and snow.
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