Yesterday, 6:00 PM.
Sweats, checked
Cell phone, checked
Route, sort of checked
General Plan of Action... get to know your subdivision.
I've been staying over at Lysania and Eduardo's for almost a week now. House is gorgeous, we are all having fun. There is one thing though, with all the run around for the holidays, we had let our exercise program sorta go to waste...Lysania can let go of it at any time, (after all, she jogs out of sympathy) but as far as I'm concerned, if I really want to make it through with the 30 pounds in sixty days I need to stick to it.
There is a reason why my little check list didnt include music of any sorts. We were about to go jogging around strange territory, and eyes and ears need to be open. My family tends to choose beautiful, yet wild places to live. For instance Lysania's is the only house in the block,(I'm talking New York size blocks here) and there are but 10 houses or so in the subdivision. With the market demand declining for new properties, it will be left that way for a while.
On my first entry about the house, I mentioned there were bunnies hopping in their yard... where there are bunnies there is also deer, possums, armadillos and the ocassional panther, which we havent met yet.
Well, going back on track... Lysania was sort of lazy about running around in what felt like 55 degrees and left me on my own. I got all on athlete mood and started doing sets of brisk walks in 15 minute intervals without even noticing that the sun was setting fast. To make the story short I found myself 15 minutes away from the house in almost total darkness. That's alright, after all , is not like there is something HOWLING MAD from the other side of the barely erected plastic fence protecting the area in which there is no construction yet. Oh wait... THERE IS.
Okay my dear, stop thinking about how ironic or perhaps ridiculous it might seem to an observer that you are wearing a red tracking suit with a nice little hood and concentrate on getting there....
*Dingos usually eat babies and as far as I know they are from Australia
*Rabid dogs are not an option, I mean, I haven't even seen a stray dog since I moved to Florida (I should make a clever restaurant joke here, but I'll pass)
Where was I getting with all of this, Where, Were, of course, it must be a werewolf!Don't be ridiculous, don't let this notion get under your skin... SKINWALKERS a la WOLFEN... DARN IT, LYSANIA, I bet you didn't ckeck the fine print that said your house is built on holy native ground AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Good news is I proved that I can run at a decent pace. Better news is to find that one of the neighbors has an Alaskan Malamute. Okay people, I'll keep with the routine, no more excuses.
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