Yesterday, the Rainbow Runners and I opted for a few mid-run sprints.
We run a handful of regular routes on various days. Depending on mileage and time, we'll select a route from the swatch. Monday's route included a road close to a major highway, but tucked away between fields of corn. Yay (sarcasm), corn taller than I - the perfect place for a creeper to hide. Our head lamps are shining as brightly as the battery powered beacon can cut through darkness. Our voices seem to create this bubble of comfort enveloping the crew. The bubble that is soon popped by the presence of a man on our corn lined road. Instantly, the lights shining forward begin to move all around as on a dance floor. "Do we turn around?" "Should we keep going?" were some of the knee-jerk questions. My immediate statement: "Shit, I forgot my mace."
The man appeared older wearing long pants, and a t-shirt/long-sleeved shirt combo. I found it strange, as did the other ladies, that he did not have a flashlight, nor was he walking a dog. We approached with caution, our crew hugging the right side of the road. The twisted in me envisioned a second perp grabbing us from the side of the road we deemed safe. Thankfully, reality proved this thought as incorrect. He didn't seem to glance in our direction as we passed with a peppering of hesitated salutations. Finding this response also odd, I dipped onto the grass, even closer to the tall stalks, with the command, 'Lets go girls!' Immediately, three of us kicked down the road. I dropped my arms as my foot turnover increased. The lollygagging ladies lagged behind while the lead pack pulled away even further. The road, still pitch black, surrounded by tall stalks felt unwelcoming. We needed to get out of there. With the man out of sight, we regrouped at the end of the winding street to alter our route back to the start.
Since this Monday morning encounter we've made a few observations and changes to our approach:
- The mace-free women coordinated a purchase of the product.
- The mace-forgetful learned a lesson, but hopefully, not one of false security.
- Overall, we need to incorporate more speed work sessions.
And, I need to somehow purge my memory of all horror movies.