I went for a run tonight. When I run at night, I always go to the same park because it’s well lit, always populated, and at least half of the loop is parallel to a road that has continuous traffic. Here’s what it looks like during the day.
Hubs was napping when I left the house, so I texted him where I was going because I’ve seen 127 Hours and I like having both my arms. Once I got to the park, I realized I forgot my Garmin and my RoadID. I remembered my iPod but it was completely dead and I didn’t carry my phone with me because I forgot my SPIbelt. I decided to run anyway since I already drove there and I know one loop around the lake is 1.25 miles. So I decided to run 5 miles and pretend they were all 7 minute miles because my Garmin wasn’t there to tell me differently.
I was feeling pretty good and around mile 2.5, I came upon a group of maybe 5 or 6 people. They were talking loudly but I didn’t think anything of it because Orlando is filled with loud-mouthed groups of friends and family that you want to punch. So I keep running. I hear one guy repeat something over and over but I can’t quite make it out until I’m a few feet away. Then as I’m running by, I look over at the guy talking and he was holding another guy at gunpoint.
I lost my breath. And then I just kept running. Fast. My car was .25 miles in the wrong direction and I didn’t want to run back by them. So I had to run a full mile around the lake to get to my car from the other direction. I have a new strategy if you ever want to PR in a race, because that last mile may have broken some records.
Once I got around the lake, there were six police cars there already and the guy holding the gun was sitting on the curb in handcuffs. A lot of people were gathering around to see what was going on but I had seen enough. I went home.
2.5 good miles and 1 stressful, scary-ass mile done. (Average pace: 7:00)
Note: Pace may be accurate for last mile.