Yesterday afternoon I set out on a four-mile run around 4:45pm. By the time I got home it was dark out and I was seriously frightened. First, I thought maybe it had taken me way longer than it should have and it was now 8pm, but my Willy was telling me that it had not been 40 minutes. I'm so looking forward to the days getting longer. This is garbage.
I was especially frightened because, for some reason, I've had the show Wicked Attraction on Netflix in the background the last couple of days while I get work done. In case you have never heard of the show, here's the rundown
...and now I am a lot less afraid of being attacked by a rogue wild boar on my run than I am of being attacked by some psycho rapist killer and his deranged wife. It's a good thing I'm sticking to my training plan like glue and, as Alyssa put it, "A doctor's note is the only acceptable excuse".
On a lighter note, have you ever looked up your name on UrbanDictionary.com? My brother turned me onto this yesterday.
This one made me laugh:
What does UrbanDictionary.com say your name means?
Are you afraid of running in the dark?