Tuesday I hit the trails for a nice and easy 6 miler. It was rainy and cold and windy and I was kind of hating life for the first mile or so. But then I apparently went on auto-pilot as I started to think race strategy for Saturday's race (EEP! SATURDAY!). I got so in to my head that I didn't realize I had gone further than I had intended.
On my way back towards my apartment, I saw a big fluffy kitty near the old folks' apartments.
"Kitty!" I cried out. When it didn't respond, I tried a different approach, "Meow?" (Yes, I speak cat, this should come as no surprise.... now if only I could learn to speak deer.....) To which it stopped and looked in my direction. I thought to myself "Hmmmm why is Kitty wearing a mask?" as I ran closer to it. Shortly there after my eyes focused on the critter to realize it was actually a raccoon.... in the daylight. AHHHHH RABID RACCOON RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!
And I did.
Seriously. My easy 9:50s pace quickly turned in to 9's as I hightailed it away from this critter that wanted nothing more to consume my blood (rabies causes animals to become vampiric, no?). Upon rounding the corner, I see yet another raccoon waiting for me.
HOLY CRAP RABID RACCOON #1 CALLED IN BACK UP. THEY'RE SURROUNDING ME. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
And I sprinted the last quarter of a mile home.
Apparently I need to learn to speak raccoon asap.