After getting my four children ready for school and making sure the youngest had his class picture money (yes was that kind of morning. You know where you're about to step out the door and look down to find him covered in his breakfast, head to toe, making you scramble to find another outfit. Even though you'd spent hours the night before making sure that outfit, now covered in yogurt, was coordinated down to his shoelaces to not clash with the backdrop. No? Just me. Okay.) I planned to drop my SUV off to have new tires put on. One of my other children had a meeting for their IEP the same time as my regularly scheduled kickboxing class, so I planned to jog back to home. I know, genius, still get my workout in. Totally was going to work in my mind.
I dropped the car off and took off jogging. We live in a small town, I've seen people jogging down main all the time. Heck, the crossfit members do it daily. No big deal. I wore my black sweat outfit so nobody would recognize me. Unless you couldn't miss my bright white hair atop the gothic colored attire, I'd be invisible. I mean, who jogs holding a bright pink wallet and phone anyway. Me, today.
So, I am jogging, and I'm impressed because I've got my breathing under control. Steady, not jerky. Big accomplishment for me. It's not like I haven't ever ran before. I take a run on my treadmill daily. This isn't a new thing. I am two blocks away from my starting point, and I notice a truck pulling up to me. It's one of my neighbors, "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes," I assure him, letting him know I was headed home. He leaves, and not a few minutes later, another car stops to ask if I need help. Out of breath, I explain I am double checking off my list today and they head on their way. Okay, I get stopped TWO more times. Maybe I looked wounded, like a wounded limping turtle trying to force it's way forward, hurt, panicked faced (most likely, because someone recognized me) Yes, people of Preston, I run, well jog. Just never again where I can be seen.
I am not complaining, really, it's wonderful we live in such a caring community. A community that is shocked to see me jogging. I just had to laugh. It is super funny. Now, I wonder if I'll be stopped again when I jog back up to pickup my vehicle?