We just got back from Michigan late last night after a loooong day of driving yesterday. The weekend was so much fun–visiting with family, the Ann Arbor Art Fair, and my cousin’s wedding 🙂 I can’t wait to post some pics of everything!
But that will have to wait because I am in major catch up mode today. There is something I’ve been dying to post about since last week. I know I’ve talked about all of my wildlife encounters before on my runs but this takes the cake.
I’ll start at the beginning. I woke up bright and early at 6am last Wednesday for my mid-distance weekly run of 8 miles. I really wanted to get it done before we left for Michigan because I wasn’t sure if I could fit in any running over the weekend (it turned out I did fit in a hilly but fast [for me] 8 miler on Saturday…but more on that to come). I did the usual: got up, drank a ton of coffee, and set up my bottle on my favorite running route. It was a beautiful morning and held so much promise for a great run.
But there was one thing kind of strange. I kept seeing more wildlife than usual. I think I saw 10 deer in the matter of 10 minutes.
So I knew something was up. But I started my run with no problems and was happily chugging along….until…
Ummm, is that a BEAR?
Yea…not sure about you, but I never feel like getting mauled by a bear while out on my runs. I was pretty freaked out (well not sooo freaked out that I couldn’t snap a pic). But seriously, I know that bears are super dangerous. So I turned around immediately and went back to my car. I can honestly say that that is the most scared I have ever been on a run.
Not to mention, the bear effectively prevented me from getting my mileage. Sigh. And I hate getting up early for no reason. But I knew I shouldn’t have kept running. Safety first!
So instead of my planned 8 miler, I trucked it to the gym where I ran 6 more miles on the trusty treadmill. With no bear sightings 😉
Although I was pretty bummed at the time that I couldn’t finish my run outside, it ended up working out really well. I was able to run 8 miles in Michigan, which capped off a stellar week that consisted of two 6 mile runs and one 8 miler (and I will do 14 tomorrow).
The only problem now? I’m afraid to go back to run on my favorite route!!!! I doubt I’ll see another bear because that is really rare, but still I’m afraid one will run up behind me when I’m running (is that a crazy irrational fear or what, lol?)
What is the most scared you’ve ever been on a run? Why?