Ten minutes ago I was on the final stretch of my Sunday evening walk/run. I was feeling good, proud of myself for jogging almost the entire way back to the house from Rt. 113, when what do I see out of my peripheral vision?
Thank God (s)he bounded in the direction opposite of the one in which I was heading. I was so in the zone, rocking out to a little Prince and focusing on the house as my end point, that I didn't even pee my pants when I saw him jump. Not even so much as a scream, just a little "Holy $%!*" under my (labored) breath!
I like to think that (s)he was intimated by my mad fitness skills and decided to haul tail out of my way. Rationally, it was probably my a cappella rendition of "Raspberry Beret" that spooked him from his hiding place. There's nothing more frightening than a Caucasian singing Prince without the aide of his music to drown out the off key vocals. Trust me on this one.