Yesterday morning I really wanted to run the Legacy Trail once more before leaving Nokomis but then I had to motivate myself because I ate ALL the things in the fridge the night before. Why is it that when you know you’re leaving some place and there are left overs in the fridge you are determined to eat them all? Why can’t you just throw them out? Or is that just me?
Anyway, I finally got my ish together and got out the door. It was easier than I thought because once I started running I felt fine but isn’t that always the case? Anywho, I made it to the trail head and then turned left and ran toward the bridge over Shakett Creek and soon realized that the North portion of the trail was closed. As in closed which meant I had to change my course. Damn. I almost said screw it and gave up, instead I turned around and went South.
Then I realized I would have to run over the steep highway 41 bridge, it’s short but steep. UGH!
I ran anyway and the great part about running on this part of the trail is that it turns into the Venetian Waterway and you get to run along the canal. Since this was a casual run I decided to take a few pics for you.
The building to the right is Venice High School. If you went to school there, please for the love of God tell me how you managed to graduate. I would have played hooky every day and ran the trail and then fished in the canal. Every. Single. Day. I wonder how many of you alumni actually did that?
Bless it. I would have failed out of high school for sure.
Before long I forgot all about how crappy I felt and all the food I ate the night before and I just feel into the motion of my stride and because the weather has been so rainy, the trail was nearly deserted. That means that instead of the usual humming, I sang. Out loud.
I was totally in my own world and having the time of my life and that’s probably why I was completely startled when the vagrant guy driving the three wheeled, junk filled bike came rollin’ up on me. I swear to Jesus had I not been about to shit my pants I would’ve taken a picture. He was covered in tattoos and he rolled up real close to me and said, ‘Damn girl, you are fast, I’ve been trying to catch you for the last 10 minutes.’
I wasn’t running fast at all but you can bet your sweet ass I was after that. In fact, you have no idea how fast you can run until a homeless guy in a garbage bike rolls up behind you sporting a ‘not guilty’ tattoo on his lower back. You can fly sis! And I did.
When I got back to the house I told MacGyver about it first thing and he asked if I had my pepper spray and I said yes, and then he said, ‘what kind of idiot gets a tattoo that says not guilty?’
Seriously though, I’m telling you this story because while I didn’t feel as threatened as I have in some other situations, I did learn a valuable lesson. I’m definitely going to be more careful about getting so lost in my thoughts when I’m out there by myself. It could have gone horribly bad if that guy had been dangerous because I was so into my own world that I had no idea he was there until he was on my heels.
So, be aware when you’re out there. I’ve been running a long time and even I do things every once in a while that I later realize were pretty stupid. (Singing doesn’t count.)
And for God’s sake if you’re going to get a tattoo, take your mother with you. She will be honest.
Have you ever been so lost in thought and then gotten the scare of your life while out running?