So I dropped the kids off this am and watched them walk across the street, I plugged my ear phones in (actually John's since I can't find mine as of right now), and started my run. I didn't give myself a chance to talk me out of it cause I am good at doing that.
I was almost done with my run when a thought just popped into my head when I saw what I thought was a young man walking his dog......I am running at such an intensity that I don't know if I would have the energy to fight someone off. See, here is the thing, I look really attractive when I run. The way the sun glistens off my sweat filled hair or the way it bounces off my redden cheeks. Oh, then there is the way my chest looks when I am gasping for any amount of extra oxygen in the air.
It's hot I tell you.
So when I reached the old lady who was walking her little mutt (yeah I know.....I was WAY off) and picking up a pile of poo, I realized that if I did get attacked, wouldn't that somewhat be a blessing since then I wouldn't have to run for a little bit?
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