I started this morning's jog in a faster pace than I have done in a long time. I decided that I would try to jog 3 miles faster than normal. I would not worry about going longer.
I was doing well with the pace. About 2.1 miles, I was a the bottom of a hill, ready to tackle it when a car stopped. After giving a man directions to Pizza Hut, I started up the hill.
Oh, that was hard. I went very slow up that hill. By the time, I got to the plateau, I decided that with my adjusted speed, I would go ahead and try to make it home. With a slower pace, I finished close to 5 miles. It felt great!
Unfortunately, the jog made me more concerned about safety. When the car stopped and the man asked me for directions, I stood back from the car and described where Pizza Hut is. It struck me that it was weird someone would be asking how to get to Pizza Hut at 8:30 in the morning. Also, he did not go in the direction I told.
Then on my way home, I kept seeing police cars. The first and second police car did not worry me because I was jogging near the police station. One particular car circle me a couple of times. By the time, I was about 1 mile from my house, I decided to stop one of them and ask what they were looking for.
Giving me a description, he said they were looking for a man on a bicycle, I told him about the man in the car. I let it go and he did not seem concerned. These two incidents and last week's slaying of Lauren Burk has made my favorite jogging route less enjoyable.
