awkward

tuesday: 5 miles, easy, ~8:15 pace. I was really proud of myself for doing this run. I didn't really feel like going, and once I started, my legs felt kind of crappy. It was probably the result of Monday's workout and lifting with the team that morning, both good things, but it would have been easy to just do the typical out and back 4 miles. Instead, I told myself that my legs didn't really feel that bad and that I should just keep going another 1/2 mile out and then it would be just as easy coming back as ever. Right after the 4 mile turn-around, though, I bumped into my creepy ex-landlord out for a bike ride. We both instantly recognized each other when he was about 10 ft away (biking toward me), and I heard him say my name in the second that he passed me. Actually, he called me Casey, which he always did...infuriating. I refused to turn around and picked it up a bit so that I could take a right on the dirt road instead of continuing up the paved road, just in case he decided to turn around and chat. I think he's actually a nice guy with good intentions, but he comes off like a major creeper. Always better safe than sorry, especially when you're running by yourself in the middle of nowhere.

It did not escape me that if I had turned around at 4 instead of going for 5, we would have been going in the same direction on opposite sides of the road, which either would have meant we didn't make eye contact and wouldn't have had any reaction...or he would have recognized me and then we'd be going in the same direction and I wouldn't be able to avoid him. I suppose that things worked out about as well as possible, but in any case, I'm avoiding that route in the evenings for a while.