I should not watch Forensic Files
when I am alone in the house.
I should also not run/walk on the treadmill in a cold, dank garage after watching said TV program…after dark…alone in the house. I can’t tell you how many times I looked over my shoulder expecting some serial rapist to be behind me ready to pounce. I had it all planned out in my head what I would do if someone WERE actually behind me, I knew exactly what tool (pipe wrench) I would grab to bash his head in with and I knew exactly which pair of hedge trimmers I would grab to stab him in the neck with. And just in case Michael Myers happened to be standing right behind me, I knew exactly how I would dial 911 (you better believe I had that phone close by) while screaming and running wildly throughout my house. And if Jason Voorhees were in the woods while I was running away wildly, I knew exactly which way to run so that he would fall into a big hole.
Did I mention that I am a big scaredy cat and I have a wild imagination? So I really didn’t get to enjoy my run/walk, but I had adrenaline pumping like you would not believe, and I have never been so happy to see my little family walk through the door! So from now on, I will watch only happy TV before I run…
all by myself.