Night country run

I drove 50 minutes, sat in class for 3 hours, and drove 50 minutes home.

I was less than excited about this graduate course, but I'll get through it.  I always do.  But there will be fussing and complaining, of this I'm sure.  I've decided I am absolutely clinical minded, and anything research drives me batty.  

I was going nutso by the time I finally got home, mostly because I had been sitting for 5 hours, and partly because of the dreaded class.

After so much sitting and being stuck indoors, I had to run, and it HAD to be outdoors.

I didn't care it was almost 10pm.

P said to bring mace.

Which made me laugh.

We live in the country.  What, am I gonna mace a deer or something?

I suppose it would come in handy should I encounter some rodent or something.

But as I got on those back, dark, country roads, I thought about all those Lifetime Movie Network movies where girl goes running, in the dark, alone, and then get swooped up by some serial killer who just happens to be in a remote part of the country.

and so I was happy I had my mace, not that I'm sure it would really make THAT much of a difference should I ever be put in a situation.

But...

I'm a fast runner.

At night.

I wish I felt that way during the day.

I think this night run things is going to become a ritual, as it is probably the only time I'll be able to muster the energy to run between working nightshift, graduate school, and being mama/wife.

4 miles.