The good news – I read online that the bow hunting isn’t going on continuously til the end of the year; there’s a break from Nov. 16 – Dec. 16th.
The bad news – everybody who lives near the hunting areas was sent a color printout of the hunting areas and it looks like part of the area is the Spencer House yard where I start and end my run, as well as the path in the field between the rows of beans. I find it highly unlikely that the hunters would actually be out in the open with their bows and arrows, so we’re trying to figure out if the map is accurate.
Plus, lots of people park at the Spencer House lot and walk their dogs in the field. I’m sure many of those people didn’t get the map. Troubling. Some dogs look a lot like deer.
I guess I could drive over near the university and run from there but I’m very opposed to getting in the car to run. My other choice would be to run on the road but I made the decision a while ago that doing so could potentially cause me to get hit by a car. A quandary.
When I used to exclusively run on the road, one time I stopped and chatted with a woman who I saw walking there quite a bit. She said she’d been walking on the road a long time – maybe she said 20 years? – and she’d never been hit. I guess there’s always a first time. Although I was always super cautious when running on the road.
Except one time several years ago I was running down the road and I fell right down on my face for absolutely no reason. I didn’t trip, I just fell, splat. Because I’m Grace. I broke my nose and hurt my wrist and was very distraught that I smashed my brand new glasses to smithereens. Kevin wasn’t able to drive then, so I called Amy who roared over and rescued me as I stood in the road sobbing, blood running down various parts of my body.
The stupid eye place grudgingly gave me a new pair of glasses for free but they acted like I’d better not do anything so stupid again, because they weren’t going to be handing out free glasses willy nilly.
It’s always something.
Ok then,
Mrs. Monday Grace.