Spidey Webs Galore

On my run yesterday morning at 4:00AM I saw the following:

- One mama deer with her two babies; steered clear to avoid being eaten.
- One racoon; seemed to be in kahoots with the deer
- Two cats; sitting still; also suspicious
- One human being

I ran for an hour and saw one human being, walking towards me, about a block away. And do you want to know what happened when I saw that person and he saw me? I biffed it. Yup. Just tripped on a little uneven piece of cement and fell flat on my face. In plain view of the only other person around, despite the fact that it was still dark out, because I was directly under a street lamp...and also wearing a light on my shirt. (Yes, reader, I'm one of those. I run at ridiculous times and the sun isn't always shining. And I got this new light to be safe. I tried clipping it onto my waist, but it's too shakey. Next best option is the neckline of my shirt. Have you ever tried running with a light on yourself? It's pretty silly. Makes me giggle a little bit, actually, because I'm sure I look awesome. But that sucker sure does light the way. I think I'll name him Little Richie.) So I blame you, mystery walking guy, and not the darkness or uneven pavement or even my own clutzyness, because I got distracted and that directly resulted in my toe hitting the awkard piece of man-made rock, followed by the classic falling-forward-with-excess-momentum-arms-flailing-face-contorting-palms-smack-ground-knee-scrapes--pavement. And to top it all off, walking guy proceeded to exit the sidewalk entirely and unneccesarily while gradually getting closer to where I was struggling to get myself up, as though I was so completely out of control and unpredictable that I might endanger his well-being. So good lookin' out, homeslice. Glad you made it through my distructive sidewalk trap.

On another note: short run days are the most difficult for me. Which is the opposite of how I thought I would feel. But for long run days, you get to have this build up of anticipation and adrenaline. And you plan a fun route with a reward at the end. Short run days are just that. They're just days in between, intended to keep your muscles moving and growing and to avoid tightening. And I know they're equally as important as long runs. It's just that you never really find your flow because they're short. So by the time you actually find your stride, you're three miles in and almost done. This is the battle I've been fighting lately; how to motivate myself to do the short runs. Seems as though the most effective way is to knock 'em out before work.

Also, if you're a spider, watch out for me because I will run right through your precious little web. Little Richie in tow or not.