Tonight was a good run. One of the first in several weeks where I haven’t felt super stiff and so hot I wanted to lie down in a ditch and pass out.
I got a special motivation to run a bit faster my last mile also by the Darke County Sheriff folks…
You see, I park in an actual parking spot for my runs whenever possible, but as anyone that lives around here knows, parking lots are hard to come by in the country. I end up parking on the shoulder and in ditches a lot.
So, I turn the corner to complete the last mile of tonight run and as I crest a little rise in the road, I see… oh about a mile away… some pretty red and blue flashing lights right about where my car should be waiting for me. Uh-oh!
Did someone run into my car? Break in? Is the Sheriff just making sure my car isn’t stolen or abandoned? All these questions and more started rolling through my mind, so I picked up the pace in hopes that I could explain why I was parked there at least (If indeed that was the trouble!)
Sadly, my best pace is still slow, and I suppose the good Sheriff had time to run my plates, shine his light around in my car to make sure I wasn’t dead and rotting in the back seat, have a couple donuts and wait until I was LESS than a quarter mile away to suddenly turn off his lights and leave! No ticket, no coming by to say hello to me… nothing! (He HAD to have seen my franticly bobbing headlamp coming toward him, right?) I suppose it’s not every day they see someone running TOO them.
I got back to the car, and thankfully, all was intact and well. Oh well, so it was uneventful. I guess that’s good. I did get a kick out of someone the next day telling me they heard my name on the police radio, it’s just too bad I didn’t have a better story to tell them!