Today is long run day---we have settled into a Saturday group of 5 and added 2 more today. Even with the better numbers--because we all run different speeds--sometimes you end up alone. We do stop and wait for others to catch up---but there are still times--when you pound the pavement solo.
We are upping our mileage again and today we ran in territory we have not run in for a while. Sam and I added another mile the others did not and were at the farthermost point. A police car comes screaming around the corner---gunning his motor. We turn the corner and here comes another one. He stops with his window down and asks, "Ladies have you seen a tall male with pajama bottoms and a grey shirt?" I explain that we had not and told him the route we had run.
After he left, I looked at Sam and said, "Well if he jumps out of the trees at us, not to worry, I will die from a heart attack and he will never have a chance to attack us."
Sometimes---I am better off NOT knowing!