Running lately has really replaced my old primary means of exercise, biking. I've just concluded that with a kid that biking really just takes a lot of time, something that I don't have tons of. Running on the other hand I get in the car go to covenant, run on the trails and am back in an hour. Biking on the other hand I have to load up, which loading any kind of bike into a sentra can be tough stuff, then get there, then to get a good workout I have to go for longer than an hour, which has me going way back into the woods.
And I've found I'm kind of a scaredy cat because I get far back into the woods by myself and my mind starts racing, "What if I fall off and break some bone and can't get back? What if monsters like the ones in the Village come out and jump me? What if I go through a worm hole and end up back in 1600s when Indians ruled Lookout Mountain and they don't like my pale skin? What if I go through a different worm hole and end up in an alternate reality where we lost world war 2 and america is over-run with nazis? Or what if I go through even another worm hole where I end up in an America overtaken by Soviets? Or what if my shoe comes untied? What if the trees come alive and use me as a volley ball? What if I've been gone so long that time has actually flown by outside of the woods and I'll come back to my house and everyone will be old and thought I'd been dead for forty years? Or what if my car constantly dies when I try driving home... oh wait that always happens.
SO anyway, I haven't ridden in a long time. I want to go today we'll see if the wife can part with me for that long. I better take a gun though, just in case I end up in a Nazi or Soviet controlled Chattanooga. Though if the trees come alive and want to use me as a volley ball or hackey sack... well I'm pretty much screwed because trees are strong, and made of wood and bullets are useless against them.
Posted by holtonian at September 23, 2006 11:43 AM | TrackBack