All Downhill From Here

Yesterday it rained off and on, but by supper time there was just a pretty, foggy mist hanging around. I ran out the door and hightailed it to the corner store to meet my new running buddy, I’ll call her Serendipity. Apparently she couldn’t make it, because I was only 1 minute late, and hug around for the next 9. It felt kinda weird, loitering around outside as folks came and went, and I thought up all sorts of reasons why she wouldn’t come.

1. She’s shy.
2. She’s forgetful.
3. I’m forgetful? I got the wrong time?
4. Her work shift changed, or she had a prior engagement she’d forgotten.
5. She’s not feeling well tonight, or she injured herself.
6. She thinks I might be a psycho laying a trap for her.
7. She’s a psycho laying a trap for me.
(this made me surreptitiously size up everyone coming and going from the store)
8. She’s not an innocent neighbourhood runner after all, she’s a spy, or in the Secret Service. (I’ve obviously been watching too many suspense-thrillers)

Well, she could at least have e-mailed me, or commented on the blog. After all I told her about my blog, and how to find it…
oh no!
What if … (oh horrors) what if she doesn’t have internet access! I might have lost her forever!

Oh well. I still had a run to do, so I ran up and down my 2 minute hill 6 times before taking a nice, long cool down jog home. The 2 minute hill took me more like 2.5 minutes each time, but I got ’em done. It was kind of nice to be doing the hills in daylight.