Incoherent Thoughts

I don't really have anything to blog about today, but I did almost get killed this morning.

It was a rainy morning. It was a very rainy morning. The moisture beat the pavement like tiny drumsticks from the clouds...

Just kidding, not doing that. I got up at promptly 5:30 (WTF got me up that early? Hard to say.) and got dressed in my 50-degree running getup (single layers, basically). Energetically bounded down the stairs, looked out the window out of habit and noticed the ground was wet. FUG! I literally said, "No, it is not going to rain today." Literally. I said that. Like I have some kind of weather-changing super power and use it randomly like that.

But it was raining. Just not hard. I made sure to put on my reflective goon-vest so stupid drivers could see me a little better than the empty sidewalk, but barely. Out I go. The rain slacks off as I go along. I had a little trouble with week 4, the 3-5-3-5 with the wrist weights (plus it's fasting week) but I finished it. At the end, as I was clearing a business entrance I looked behind me on a whim. I had not heard anything because I was blasting Song Of The Week on my iPod and jamming out. I turned and OH MY GOD THERE IS A CAR RIGHT THERE SLAMMING ON ITS BREAKS!

I made the funniest sound you can imagine, something like "Oh waaaa!" and kept walking like nothing happened. What else was I going to do, turn around and give the pageboy-wearing woman in a black Civic the double-barrelled "f-you" flip-off? Well, I certainly wanted to, but I'm a mature adult and in most cases I don't do things like that. Most cases.

That got my heart rate right back up there, however. Must be good for me on some level to be scared shitless.

So go invest in several reflective vests, since it seems one is not enough.