I made it! I did it! 24 hours later I'm still alive. One charity event, late night dinner at Market Street, choir practice, soccer game, trip to DI and 8 miles later--I'm here to tell the tale. And that was all before 10:00 a.m. I've napped long and hard and now I'm good to go. But I have to tell something funny about the run this morning. Catherine came at 5:45 and I offered her a headlamp. About 2 miles in we noticed it was really warm (like 60 degrees). What a gorgeous, foggy, drizzly moring. So because it was so warm, and also dark I sort of took off the bottom half of my shirt and let it sit around my neck with the sleeves tied like a scarf. She kept saying I can't believe you're wearing just your running bra. And I kept saying , it's pitch black and there's no one on the trail this early, just don't shine your light on me and no one can see. So we were on our way back, but still in a really isolated part by the lake when right into the light of our headlamps a man in camoflauge carrying a rifle is two feet away. Catherine in surprise looks at me (shining the lamp onto my shirtlessness) and then takes off running. I hear her trip after I've already passed the guy with the rifle but I turned around to see if the guy was pointing the rifle at us and possibly shine my headlamp into his eyes just in case. But he'd just kept on walking the other way. I know there are always hunters down at the end because they keep pheasant at the reserve, but man that was the scariest, funniest thing that has happened in a long time. A rifle? Camo? at 6:30? Once I caught up to Catherine we laughed at how freaky , but also funny that was. But man, fight or flight is a pretty big instinct. It takes you over before you even know what you're doing.
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