Sorry for my dismally infrequent entries. I guess it's time I finally got around to writing about my 10-mile jog from last week.
There is a running and biking trail located just over a mile from my house, so, to run ten miles, I jog to it, run four miles on it, and then turn around and go back. I go in the early morning (around 3:30 am), so I don't have to contend with traffic and other runners. This also lets me watch the sun start to come up.
On this particular jog, I experienced a couple of interesting incidents. The first happened about a half mile into the trail. I noticed a police car parked at the side of an old warehouse. The car was empty, and the driver's side door was ajar. This struck me as a bit odd and even disturbing. As I continued on around a bend, I heard a voice from behind shout, "Okay, you can start making your way back here now." As I continued on for a few more steps, I pondered what to do, since I didn't know if the voice was coming from a police officer or even if it was directed to me. I finally shouted back, "Are you talking to me?" and heard "Yes, I am." So I turned around and slowly jogged back to find one of Muncie's finest standing over the trail. He looked me over and said, "Oh, you're just someone out for a jog". "Yeah", I replied as my heart rate alarm started going off, helping to confirm that fact and also alerting me that I needed to pick up the non-existent pace. "Okay, you're fine", he informed me. Of course I was 99% certain he was telling me I could be on my way, but, unless you're 100% certain of this fact, it's not advisable to turn from an officer who has detained you and start running. Seeing my dilemma, he added, "Have a good run tonight . . . er . . . good morning." "Good morning!", I shouted back as I ran off into the sunrise. If I hadn't been so pressed for time, I would have suggested to him that, the next time he summons a passerby from a hidden location in the darkness, he really should identify himself as a police officer. Anyway, despite the annoying delay, I actually managed to more than make up the lost time, and miles six, seven, eight and nine set new records for me this year.
Several miles further on, there was another incident. The trail goes behind the backyards of many houses, and apparently some of the residents do not like joggers going behind their homes before sunup. As I passed behind a row of homes, a car in a driveway started up and shone its headlights on me. As I continued on, it backed slowly out of the driveway in such a way that it kept its headlights lined up on me as it backed out and angled into the street. Then it followed me along a parallel street and met up with me at a nearby intersection so it could blind me even more effectively from close range. I really wish people wouldn't do this.
Despite the interference, it was a good jog. I just hope that, as I become a more familiar nighttime sight, people will start letting me jog in peace.