January 02, 2010
On the first day of 2010 I decided to run to my parents' house. I figured it would make a nice run of about five miles.
It's a nice route which I don't run very often, because there's this terrible lack of restaurants or places where I can get coffee. But now I knew my parents were home, so I'ld be able to get my coffee fix there!
I enjoyed the freshness of the path not taken often, and ran merrily along the road I used to ride to school on my bike, so many times as a child. The road to my parents leads through a small wooded area, and as I was halfway through, a little van passed me.
I didn't really pay any attention to it, but then suddenly it came back!
'Hm, that's a bit strange,' I thought, but it became even stranger when it slowed down to a standstill.
Silently I said my goodbyes to my dear husband, kids, family, friends and old acquaintances I had forgotten.
'This is it then,' I thought. 'This is the end of the line for me. I'm being kidnapped!'
A very welldressed, elderly gentleman leaned over the passenger seat and said something. From a safe distance I eyed him, still worrying he might leap out of the car, and pull me inside.
'I do apologize for disturbing your run,' he declared in apologetic tones, 'but could you tell me where I can find a little church around here?'
'Sure, you turn back, and then it's right on the left!' I answered relieved.
He thanked me and we both went on our ways.
Soon he passed me again, after having turned his car, and waved solemnly at me. I gave him a friendly nod, but I was still glad when he and his little van disappeared into the sunset. After all, Ted Bundy looked real friendly and neat too.
As I passed the little church I had directed him to, I saw his van standing there, and him at the church door.
In hindsight, I wouldn't be at all surprised if he was a reverend.
How careful should you be as a female runner?
Do you run through wooded areas, or across lonesome paths?