"I go running when I have to, when the ice cream truck is going sixty." Wendy Liebman
As you know I am venturing off to San Francisco at the end of July to spend the weekend with my best friends, drink a little wine, gallivant around the city, shop...oh and run this little thing called the San Francisco Marathon. Only, I am not running the marathon nor the half marathon like Miss Football...no, I am just running the 5k.
Just 3 miles.
3 miles is a lot for a non-runner like myself. I really want to be able to call myself a runner, you know. Like bring it up in a conversation. "Ya, I just ran 10 miles this morning...I'm a runner."
Well, I have been doing pretty good as of late, running early in the morning on the weekends before it gets miserably hot and running late in the evenings as it cools down.
So far I haven't had any issue's on the running trail. Everyone is friendly, we wave to each other and smile, we step aside and let people pass...it's like one big happy running family.
That is until the other night...in one night I was nearly attacked by a fox( or a look-alike fox, possibly a dog), a heard a serial killer lingering in the woods ( ok it might not have been a serial killer, too many episodes of criminal minds maybe?) and the kicker of them all...I got tripped by a punk 4 year old on a freakin tricycle.
If these aren't reasons enough to carry a taser, I don't know what is.
Well, I have been doing pretty good as of late, running early in the morning on the weekends before it gets miserably hot and running late in the evenings as it cools down.
So far I haven't had any issue's on the running trail. Everyone is friendly, we wave to each other and smile, we step aside and let people pass...it's like one big happy running family.
That is until the other night...in one night I was nearly attacked by a fox( or a look-alike fox, possibly a dog), a heard a serial killer lingering in the woods ( ok it might not have been a serial killer, too many episodes of criminal minds maybe?) and the kicker of them all...I got tripped by a punk 4 year old on a freakin tricycle.
If these aren't reasons enough to carry a taser, I don't know what is.
4 comments:
the last paragraph still cracks me up!!
This is quite possibly my favorite post. Ever. <3 <3 <3
-Honey
I swear, you are obsessed with a taser. If I wasn't concerned about you ending up in jail, I would buy you one for your birthday!
~Miss Football
Oh, and my concern is not about you tasing yourself (unlike some other people)....my concern is for the 4 year old on the bike. :)
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