I noticed you haven’t been hanging around as much as you used to. Back in June you’d be shining bright until after 9:00pm, but now you’re taking off before it’s even 8:00. What gives? I’ve heard rumors you’ve been spending more time with Australia, but I don’t want to believe that. I know what you’ll say, “It’s not you, it’s the tilt of the earth!” But I don’t want to hear your excuses. Stop distancing yourself. Come back to me!
I miss the sun. It’s getting harder and harder to fit in my walk at the end of the day. I didn’t realize how much earlier sunset had gotten until I was in the last quarter of my walk two days ago and thought to myself, “Hey, it’s getting kind of dark.” Then looking around I thought, “Hmmm, there aren’t that many people left on the trail.” While it was nice that my chances of being run over by a biker were reduced, it also left a significant lack of witnesses if anyone decided to up this summer’s crime rate.
I haven’t heard of anyone being assaulted on the trail, but I don’t want to be the one to break that trend either. When my younger brother joined a football camp in middle school my mother specifically asked if anyone had ever been hurt during training and they were happy to say “No, of course not!” Which is why it thus became predestined that while my brother was doing backwards running he would slip, breaking not only his arm but their injury-free record.
Ironically, I had just talked to my brother that weekend and told him that I would never be stupid enough to get stuck on the trail after dark. No, not me! Of course not. So, even though I had intended to give my knees a break and walk the entire path, I decided to jog the last half mile. Nothing like the fear of being raped or murdered to make you push your exercise routine further. Perhaps next time someone can let some lions loose from the zoo and make me outrun them. Fear, it really gets your heart rate up.
I haven’t decided what I’m going to do about my walks yet. In a month or two it’ll probably get cold enough that I’ll be sticking to the treadmill anyway. Until then I could start getting to work earlier so I don’t have to immediately jet out the door when I get home to beat the sunset. Or I can start getting up with the sunrise and walk before work. However, getting up early on purpose is anathema to me, so neither of these options sound that appealing. But I do prefer walking outdoors to walking on a machine in a room, so maybe I’ll have to make some sacrifices, and not of the goat on an altar variety.