Me after my awful, terrifying run. 

So, did you know it gets darker earlier in the fall? Apparently I don’t. I decided to go for an 18 mile run at 6:30 pm. On back roads.

“It’ll still be light when I come back, I don’t need my headlamp, it won’t be a problem that I binged on zucchini bread the night before, my stomach will be fine, no I don’t need anything reflective, if it does get dark the stars will be so pretty!”

NO.

It got dark and I was on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere with no phone and no light. It was terrifying. Plus my stomach decided to rebel. I felt like crap (no pun intended…) and had to take SEVERAL bathroom breaks along the side of the road. The only good thing about it being dark was that no one could see that.

Also I stepped on a deer carcass and then ran past a cemetery. 

I cut my run 4 miles short because I wanted to die by the end.

Oh yeah, I also fell and cut my knee.

But when I got back we had a party at my apartment, and wow do long runs really lower your tolerance…that was a good time at least.