That thing? Sidewalks.
& speed limits.
& signs of the living.
We have moved out to the country & those things are gone.
Replaced are some areas of homes... big areas of nothing but trees. Lots of trees. Perfect for thinking up awful images of someone dragging you into the trees & you're never heard of again.
I have seen many a deer carcass in there too if it's not scary enough.
Don't get me wrong - its beautiful too... but running alone, it can be nerving.
The other thing it has in my new area? Hills. Lots of hills. God-forsaken-hills. I mean, not just little inclines... I mean, butt burning hills that make you feel like you need to get to the top & camp out kind of hills.
|Me at the top of every hill|
What else does my running area have? People that drive like they have no sense. All those hills? People want to be the Duke Brothers flying over them, driving at 100 mph. Don't be on the wrong side of the road for that one... or technically the right side of the road... this is confusing. I try to go WITH the traffic going up a hill & then head to the opposite side of the road on the flat areas.
I'm basically zig-zagging the whole time - adding another half mile to every run - I'm sure.
With my knee & back injury though, I have done a new thing - gone to the local elementary school that is down the road a bit & I use their FLAT parking lot. It's my version of a track because its a constant round & round & round... & round... & round...
But I have to keep an eye out when school is in session & they have PTA events & the parking lot is full at night.... sigh...
The closest park to me is about 15 minutes away so I'll go down there if I feel like a little drive. Most of the times, I don't.
So the point of all this?
My treadmill is my friend.