Runnin

So I recently decided that it would be a good idea to wake up at 4:30am (I usually wake up at 5:30am) and go for a lovely little jog. Maybe it would be a good idea to work out in the morning so I could have the rest of the day to do whatever I wanted to. 4:30am came around and I cursed my alarm clocks name (his name is B as in Boy (you're welcome, Mom))as I stumbled out of bed. My eyes were pretty much closed as I put on my clothes and brushed my teeth (no one should run with morning breath... it's just rude). I stepped outside with my little ipod and my phone and walked down the street to the corner where I usually start to run. I made it about halfway to the corner when a flying beast comes out of nowhere and flys within 2 inches from my face. I hit the deck which is to be expected when one sees a flying beast. Turns out my little friend was a wretched bat. I was on the ground because this flying rat came for me.

Seriously!?! I thought bats were supposed to be out at night... It was morning time. Granted it was early, but that little flying rat invaded the personal space I never knew I had. What is a bat doing flying around at 5'7" anyway?!? Shouldn't he be doing all of his bat things at tree level?

So I got up and dusted myself off and moved on and had a pretty good run (even though I am so out of shape I can barely breathe, but that's neither here nor there). I made it about two miles and realized there was a creeper in a station wagon going uber slow and passing me by on several streets.


I start getting scared. It is super dark at 5am and I can't say that I had the best judgment after my previous encounter. I was thinking to myself about which house looked the best to run and knock just in case I found myself in a situation. Ol' boy in the wagon was lurking around with some stuff in the back. I wasn't sure if he robbed someone or if he lived in there. I just didn't know. I made it to my street (by the skin of my teeth or so I thought). I got dressed and got in my car at 6:30am just like I usually do and saw the exact same station wagon on the next street as I made my way to the highway. Then I realized... He was delivering the Dallas Morning News AND I had seen him several times before on my way to work.
But really? A Station Wagon? I can hardly be blamed for thinking this way... This car is older than I am and I was armed with only a cell phone and sarcasm. There wouldn't have been much I could do if a situation actually occurred. Being the worrier I am I actually thought about creepers and lurkers before I left, but I decided they were already in their bed because they would never wake up this early, but I didn't think about them staying out that late... Just something to think about before I get the bright idea again. I would love to say I will never do it again, but I know I will convince myself it is a good idea sometime in the future.