Well, a month has passed, and it's time to end my post-
doubletriskadecathon (

) rest period. So, with the best intentions, I was going to run a couple miles last night while my daughters were in cheer class. So much for good intentions.

I couldn't find all my running gear, so I said screw it and figured on at least taking a couple mile walk (after all, I've been off for a month, so let's start easy, right?). So, I drop off the girls and head off on my walk. The major intersections here are a mile apart, so it's easy to gauge distances -- 1/2mi down to that light, a mile back the other way, then another 1/2mi back to the start. Maybe I'll do it twice, depending on how much time until class is over.
So off I go. Hmm, this street looks spooky (mind you, it's a major street). I'm a little familiar with the area. It's not quite Watts, but it certainly ain't Beverly Hills! Ok, just stay aware of my surroundings. Is that a police helicopter up there?

Crap, I should have left my checkbook/wallet/keys/self in the car. I reach the light and turn around, crossing over to the other side of the street (there's a 99cent store across from class, so maybe I'll check that out). Hmm, that big scary guy at the bus stop is smoking pot.

This side of the street looks spookier than the other side! What, the police helicopter is back?! Eff this, I'm crossing over (mid-block) to the side of the street that is less-darkly-lit and has people in those buildings, and heading back to start! One mile shall have to suffice!
I think I'll pass on Monday night runs, at least in that part of town. I'll just go with running during my daughter's gymnastics classes on Tuesday-Thursday-Friday-Saturday. Neighborhood with $4-500k houses and upscale shopping >>>>>>> neighborhood with crack houses and 99cent stores.