Second morning running and it felt better than yesterday.
That’s always a kindness when the second day is easier.
Who would keep going if things didn’t feel better as you went along?
Took the opposite route this morning….ran down to the little Baptist church.
It’s about a mile and a half….hilly….easy.
I recognized this morning that, given the right motivation, I can still attack the hills.
I can sprint if the fear factor amps up my adrenaline.
Two skunks…..probably a male and a female….walking across the grass at the house on the first curve, snuggling (I guess that it was snuggling….skunk snuggling….cozying up to each other….I’m not really sure)….oblivious to the world…enjoying each other….and….then…..
I jogged by, watching, but when they saw me the biggest of the two, probably the macho male, took off after me like I had interrupted something.
I probably had.
At 4:30 in the morning, the world belongs to the animals. I was the intruder.
The skunk was mad.
I was scared.
It’s funny how something small that can raise a big stink will sometimes dominate the space it holds.
When I came back on the return trip home, the skunks were gone.
If I think about some guy running through my bedroom at 4:30 in the morning, I know that I can’t blame that skunk for his reaction.
I’d be PO’d, too.