Sprinting Crocs….

I couldn’t resist going for a walk after dropping the girls off at swim practice last night.

I actually planned to walk, wore walking attire, put my hair in a ponytail, sent my coordinates to three friends/family members who are not connected with each other so when/if my body was found, the cross streets would be known to police.

I wasn’t familiar with this neighbourhood.

After the second house, third Batman-RV on the driveway and first drug deal, I knew my leisurely walk was going to get exciting.

Skinny Pete wandered past and decided to join me on my walk which is when I launched into a full sprint. Who needs jogging? I might as well burn as many calories as possible in the shortest amount of time.

I called my new friend Skinny Pete because his arms appeared to be just made of skin and maybe no bones, except in his fingers.

I feared I was going to have to fling my sprinting Crocs at his skin-sleeves if he continued to follow me and then I bolted into a zig-zag pattern.

Two men got off the bus in front of me drinking from paper bags.

Good trick, but the paper bags were from the Liquor Store so I found their choice in disguise mediocre at best.

A friend called (I did have my car keys and phone in my pocket but no change for the toothless guy who asked if I could break a twenty before handing over with his meth baggie to the teenager with the backpack) and I happily picked up, huffing and puffing.

“Liz? What are you doing?”

“What do you mean what am I doing? I’m running. What else would I be doing?”

I heard laughter on the other end. At least, I think it was laughter. My breath had become so loud and Skinny Pete’s moaning was drowning out the sounds coming from my phone.

I shouted my cross streets and asked her to walk me back to the rec centre.

Greg often calls on his way home from a meeting and asks me to “talk him home” if he’s bored on the highway. I would miss those calls and so many other things I had taken for granted.

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