Early swamp loop. Nice and dar, but the constellations were bright in the sky. Fog on the ground, but not up high. Cars weren't as polite today as they were yesterday or Monday. Maybe everyone felt as tired as I did.
When I was out on the longest stretch between houses, with one house 1/2 a mile behind me and the next house 1/2 a mile in front of me, I found myself terrified of whatever was making that noise in the trees at the edge of the filed. I tossed around some idea- first coyotes came to mind, but I didn't think they were pack animals, and there was certainly more than 1 thing out there howling/screeching. So then I thought it could be an eastern wolf, which is a wolf that has coyote bred with it, but I know what a wolf sounds like and this wasn't any wolf. The only other reasonable explaination is chupakabra. I guess his little hello yesterday wasn't making enough of an impression. I was seriously afraid that whatever it was would be coming across the filed after me at any moment. I could feel my heart racing and kept looking over my shoulder hoping (and not hoping) that I'd catch a reflection of my headlamp in their eyes so I'd have something to aim at. Once I got to the church down the street, I knew I would be okay since it's common knowledge that chupakabras are not allowed on holy ground.
The rest of the run seemed rather uneventful after that little episode of "Who's being crazy inside my head now?"
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