Adding Burnt Orange Subarus To My List Of 'Things I Fear When Running Outside'

It was chilly this morning, about 57 degrees. There was a slight fog in the air. After I had run a few errands (including a trip to my beloved Target), the sun had come out and warmed the place up a bit. I don't quite know what got into me on my drive home, but I decided to do my morning run outside instead of on the treadmill in my basement.

You remember me running outside, right? I will sum it up by saying that I have a healthy fear of both zombies and perverts. And I've added coyotes into the mix as well. Running alone on a quasi-deserted road does not sound appealing to me, but like I said earlier, I don't quite know what got into me.

As per my norm, I texted my husband that I was going outside to run.

He, as per his norm, did not respond. However, I'm ninety-nine percent sure that he did an eye roll at work upon reading my message.

Deciding that I needed music to accompany me outside, I opted to borrow my husband's arm band/iPhone holder thingy to hold my phone instead of trekking all the way down to the basement for my adorable hot pink iPod. I've never used his arm band thingy before, but I wanted to be sure that it would fit snugly on my arm. I'd be really bummed if my phone flew out of the holder thingy, landed on the road and shattered into 1.5 million pieces because it wasn't securely fastened to my puny totally ripped and buff bicep.

The thought of my phone smashing to the ground bothered me enough that I repeatedly tightened the arm band during my five minute warm up. I didn't realize how much I had tightened it until my right arm started to feel all weird and tingly. It felt like when you get your blood pressure checked and the nurse is just squeezing the cuff tighter and tighter until you are positive that your arm is going to be squeezed right off of your body. Then she lets up on the pressure, smiles, and says to you that your blood pressure is normal and would you like some Band-Aids from where you dug your fingernails into your own hand?

Once I let up on the holder thingy, the feeling returned to my right arm and once again peace returned to my universe.

All in all, I have to say that it was a rather uneventful run. At one point the Schwan's ice cream delivery truck passed me. Bet it was funny to see me run after it.

Oh, and some complete whack-a-do in a burnt orange Subaru darn near plowed into me because she was texting and driving. People. Do not text and drive. You just might plow into some unsuspecting, slightly chubby, very sweaty gal on her daily run. She will put a serious dent in the front of your Subaru, man.

I take two things away from the Subaru experience. One: it pays to be alert. Two: I must now add 'whack-a-dos in burnt orange Subarus' to my list of things to fear when running outside.

The treadmill in the basement is rather boring, but that is where you will find me tomorrow morning. No one ever died from zombies, perverts, coyotes, or burnt orange Subarus down there.

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